We kept zooming in on a planet until it didn't fit on the phone.
A ringed gas giant grows until it fills the whole screen and lands on a deep boom. It's drawn in text characters, one per cell, against black space.
It's 11 seconds, and the sound is ours too.
What should we fly past next?
The whole code garden: https://contra.com/p/oRob3r7o
https://givemeprompts.com/lab/
What happens when a poet picks up a pen and remembers she likes to sketch too:)
I write poetry over at @words.bycm on IG and since Inktober is here, I thought it was time to let that side of me out of its little corner of Instagram.