I can't even explain this one. About entropy and death. The End is not the End (or is it?). Read it all the way through. Audio recommended/required. The most computer-intensive twine I've ever encountered. Trigger warning for some disturbing visual content.
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I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say about this. It's obscure and out of control, which is quite ok when reflecting a topic such as death.
Experimental noisy music no one understands + Goya painting ? I say yes anyway, hope we can see more interaction poems before the end of 2013.
How did it guess that I am a blueeyed boy? Is there some sort of webcam input?
"how do you like your
"how do you like your blueeyed boy / mr death" is actually a quote from an e. e. cummings poem (buffalo bill's / defunct) because I have a habitual quoting problem. Maybe I took "mediocre writers copy; great writers steal" too literally when I was a young child and now I am forever doomed to wear my influences on my sleeve.
Twine + Webcam input, however, would be an interesting experiment. "twine for kinect"? This is clearly the future of hypertext fiction influences: "xbox: howling dogs! xbox: thecatamites! xbox: what is love!? (xbox mistakes your existential pain as a song quote: 'baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more' streams out from the television's speakers.) this is the last straw, xbox!"