A J Kirby
I spent my twenties chugging along in mind-numbed cruise control, unaware of the fact that I was careering headlong into a brick wall. At the same time, I sat at my writing desk, full of lofty ambitions to be a great writer, but completely stuck for anything to write about. See more »
by A J Kirby
Despite the fact that the wind is chiselling the top layer of skin from my face, I stand outside and simply stare at our shop for a moment. Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder, people like my father say, but I’ve not been here for about two months and all I can think of when I see the place is the amount of times when as a child, my father made me stand out here with him, and he’d say: ‘one day son, this will all be yours.’ Like it or not. See more »
by Elod Pal Csirmaz
It may be more than ten years ago that I read an article in a periodical which I believe was the Scientific American. In some university, they prepared a sphere that, when switched on, set out happily to explore its surroundings. Humming nicely, it approached the nearest piece of furniture, pondered over its existence for a second, then turned and rolled away toward new adventures. See more »
by Elod Pal Csirmaz
HTML on screen, 430.0 x 428.0 px
Move your cursor among the balls to interact with them,
and watch them form dynamic symmetries! See more »