GridcosmLevel 29 of 4696
Created on Apr 28, 1997.
Grid poemAll of the gut-level miasmasynthesis made me feel like a gas giant, so we hopped the last plane to Jupiter. It was the aged sauerkraut that made intergalactic travel a psychotic, mind unraveling, fearful ordeal not unlike the anxiety engendered by the music of the piper of solipsism whose tune did battle with the strident harpie so finally, finally the searing voice of that surly hag ceased to be.
Getting aroundTo navigate, click the outer edges of the grid to zoom-out (up one level). Click the center of the grid to zoom-in (down one level). Would you prefer to jump to a random level? You might also enjoy the animated viewer, with which you can watch Gridcosm levels fly by. Disoriented? Read more about the Gridcosm collaborative art project.
AdministriviaThis is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.
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