I truly love the experience of using apps with rich, deeply interactive, beautifully animated, gorgeous user interfaces.
Then I see a beautiful text-based interface and something about it feels so natural, so inevitable, so perfectly clear, and I'm instantly captivated by its simplicity and clarity.
Hypertext is fascinating.
Any conversation
spiral
for(y=-5;y<5;y++){
s=""
for(x=-10;x<10;x++){
r=Math.hypot(x/2,y);a=Math.atan2(y,x/2);s+=" .:*#โ"[((r+a*2)%5+5)%5|0]
}
console.log(s)
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. ##***:::......:::I got an email from battle.net to confirm my age. Apparently some content may be restricted to minors in the region my account is from.
You would think that the account having been created 19 years ago, and with some CD-keys of games from the late 1990's having been added to it would be enough proof, but oh well.
a constant, existential pull
so old I couldn't tell you the end
or draw its shape
between kind acceptance
and striving, struggling, writhing, climbing
learning, growing, discontent
"do you feel this way, too, at endless war with longing itself?"
but the birds and trees and ants and wind
in their own marvelous design
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