amphichon

Le jeux sont fait. Nous sommes fucked.

Dans le doute, mon cher… abstiens-toi.

“He wanted to go to bed with her immediately, pull the sheets around them, dig his toes into the mattress, her heals pushing against his calves, her fingers running like rivers along his sides. But these days fantasies flourish and die like summer flies.” – “House of Leaves”, Mark Danielewski, pg 544.

Thanks to Sala for this sweet little applet which builds a graph of a website by browsing through the DOM tree. The images it creates are quite nice, but it’s watching it grow that I get a kick out of.
Here’s the 10,000 foot view of amphichon:

Vision is not enough; it must be combined with venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps; we must step up the stairs. – Vaclav Havel or, to put it in a more sibilant imperative: stop staring up the steps and start stepping up the stairs.