something unseen
I didn't have much time this month, so this is a very simple one. A series of 1-bit images, with some basic physics applied to each black pixel so that you can drag your mouse across the image, collecting pixels as you go. When you let go of the mouse the pixels morph into a new, randomly-selected image.
I would have recorded a video, but the colours and the nature of the pixel motion means it gets absolutely destroyed by video compression. If you're not on Windows, or you're reading this at some point in the future, you'll just have to imagine what it looks like.
Also: I finally got round to switching the license of the things I make over to the Anti-Capitalist Software License. From now on all my here and then gone projects will use that license instead of the GPL and CC-BY-SA licenses I'd been using before.
Download something unseen
Controls: escape: quit; mouse: swirl, transition to next image
The Rules:
- The file at this link will be deleted 1 month from now (3/9/22).
- All downloads are zipfiles containing a Windows executable.
- All source code and assets are included, licensed under the Anti-Capitalist Software License.
- As long as you abide by the license, you can do whatever you want with the download.
Further Reading
A revealing and depressing breakdown of the correlation between school attendance and child suicide.
A fascinating look at the history of Mafia/Werewolf, in the guise of a review of Blood on the Clocktower.
Following the Roe vs Wade repeal, I thought this article by Paul Heideman was a good explanation of why so many women in the US are heavily invested in antiabortion politics.
I've been slowly working my way through Dom Domanski's Selected Poems. From his poem Wolf-Ladder:
"My wish," she said, "is to discover the body of an
evening between the trees. And parting the hair of
that body to find, one by one, a pack of wolves and
the sleepers that run with them through the woods. I
want the evening that casts the shadow of a howl every-
where. I want elsewhere. Wereland. The wolf-eared
corner where two worlds meet. I'm tired of sadness,
of emptiness, I insist on a wolf anointing me in the
blood of a knife cut by water. I long for my hands coming
back to me out of the earth with a burning candle on
every finger, each as sharp as a claw."
A good primer on the recent protests in Sri Lanka by Rohini Hensman.
Jessica Hopper writing on the impact Kira Roessler had on her growing up:
"Kira was in a hallowed pantheon of girls in punk who got to be more than girls in punk, she got to live all the way. I had come to believe she was so good that she had figured it out, she had surpassed sexism entirely, she was free and outside the mire. She got to be herself and she got to be great; you could see and hear the greatness. No one could deny her.
Which is to say, despite the indoctrination, I grew up resenting Black Flag but believing in Kira."
There's no such thing as a tree (!)
Alix E Harrow with a short story interweaving parenthood, changeling mythology, and post-partum depression.
I found myself listening to Memories of the Future again for the first time in years, and holy crap what an album. The first track alone is so powerfully evocative. An entire world of its own.
Josie Giles on the origins of the name Fiona, which are absolutely wild.
Well, I think I'll leave you there. Stay safe, stay brave, and kind. I'll write you again next month.