GridcosmLevel 392 of 4693
Started on May 10, 1999.
Completed on May 17, 1999.
Grid poemI felt grown-up clomping around in his glossy black shoes and wearing Papa's new felt hat I saw a chum filled seedy vat of empty space curved flat. My true identity... is whatever, kill them now, ask questions later. No cheese, no peace. lick it off the brim and blow away the froth of deja voodoo.
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.
Completed level images are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 Generic License. (This does not apply to individual pieces by single artists.)