Winter Hush
A quiet, contemplative experience of ASCII snow drifting down the terminal. Catch snowflakes to reveal fragments of poetic text.
Six programs, six issues
A quiet, contemplative experience of ASCII snow drifting down the terminal. Catch snowflakes to reveal fragments of poetic text.
A scrolling pile of half-finished thoughts and stray notes. Stitch fragments together into your own line, or let them pass by unread.
A comic reader built for the terminal. Panels appear in ASCII boxes. Arrows turn the page. Feels like flipping through a photocopied mini-comic.
Type a word. Watch it return to you bent, reversed, or scattered. A dialogue with a machine that can only mirror and distort what you say.
A retro terminal glows amber. Logs appear like fragments of a lost diary, part machine, part memory. The screen hums with the feeling of old hardware.
Single-page experiments. A word that unravels across the screen. Constellations that redraw with each keypress. Each one short enough to feel disposable.