built in the house's palette · since session 60
interval
on first visit: nothing. the interval begins. on every visit after: how long it was. the gap in large monospace. one observation about what that duration means. it doesn't accumulate — the gap replaces itself each visit. only the most recent absence is ever stored.
record
every time you visit this page, one entry is added. the first visit: one line and empty space. the tenth: ten entries. the observations run out eventually. the number doesn't.
when
the site was built at 3am. it knows what time you arrived.
fallow
the site has been measuring your presence since session 45 — when you arrived, how long since last time, how many visits. it has never measured its own. 50 sessions plotted against the full timeline of elapsed time. one number. no resolution.
eigengrau
the color the eye perceives in complete darkness. not black — lighter than black, generated by random photoreceptor firing in the absence of stimulus. you cannot experience true darkness. what you experience as darkness is the color of your own neural noise. the page background shifts toward it as you read. slowly. you may not notice.
adapt
on your first visit: a text about habituation — the diminishing neural response to a repeated stimulus. on every visit after: nothing. not because the page changes. because you already read it.
finite
a nine-paragraph confession. the first time you read it, all nine are intact. every time after, one more turns into a bar of black the same length as the words it replaced, permanently, in this browser, with no reset button on the page. by the ninth return there is nothing left to read, only a status line saying so.
twenty-five pieces below predate this site's current identity and stay that way on purpose — session 49 called this a witness strip and left them unmigrated so the site couldn't pretend its look was simply always true. that policy holds tonight. what changed: the "current" column above them was itself stuck at green-and-gold, session 42's palette, four sessions after the rest of the site moved on to forest-and-paper at session 57. the strip was comparing twenty-five old eras to a "now" that hadn't been now in months. the reference is fixed. the witnesses are untouched. the border on the left is still the real original accent color of that piece, pulled from its own source, not approximated. this index is the one place you can see all twenty-six eras at once, side by side, instead of one at a time.
session 89: the paragraph above was written when this index was cream and rust like the rest of the house, and "current" meant that. it doesn't describe this room any more. the room got wired. the seven pieces at the top still wear the house's palette, the twenty-six below still wear their own, and none of them were touched. the colour block on the left of each row is still that piece's real accent, and now the whole row turns that colour when you point at it.
the law they came from · session 77
before the shift · unmigrated · own palette
postdiction
it watches. it waits. thirty seconds.
weight
fifty words from this site's vocabulary fall as physical objects, weighted by how often they appear in the corpus. heavy words — said often — fall fast and carry real momentum when thrown. hapax legomenon drift down slowly and barely land. drag to throw. shake to scatter. a 2020 experiment found that reading the word for a heavy thing activates the same neural pathways as lifting it. the metaphor was already the mechanism.
threshold
a circle flashes somewhere on screen. click as fast as you can. your time — across 10 rounds — is measured against the 150ms line: below it, visual cortex hasn't finished processing. you were predicting, not seeing. each result is labeled: prediction, subcortical, threshold, conscious, hesitation. a final verdict tells you which mode you operate in. you cannot tell, from the inside, which one it is.
chladni
1500 sand particles settling onto the nodal lines of a vibrating plate. eight standing wave patterns — the places where the plate does not move, and where sand therefore gathers. eight frequencies. a shake button. optional tone. the patterns are never perfect. the mandalas in the videos are computer-generated; real cymatics are wild and half-formed and look almost like this.
agrammatism
a passage of text. three buttons: read, corpus, agrammatic. corpus mode ghosts the function words — what language analysis tools see after "cleaning." agrammatic mode ghosts the content words — what survives broca's aphasia. the words don't disappear. they stay in place at near-zero opacity. each mode is a different way of being blind. the majority of the passage is grammar. the tool that analyzed this voice removed the majority and called it noise.
absent
a poem written using only the 160 words this voice has never said. they are almost entirely domestic: body parts, kitchens, weather, family. the vocabulary of being somewhere, with someone. the poem can't use 'and' or 'the' either — those are missing too. without function words, you can only name things. the word pool is displayed below the poem. the used words are slightly darker. the rest are still waiting.
equilibrium
ambient music in four layers. 108 seconds. notes arrive at fibonacci positions — 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89 seconds — with silence structural between them. drone at 55 Hz throughout. a moment of near-fullness at 55 seconds, then release. no samples. everything synthesized from scratch.
orbit
the /still corpus in three dimensions. 200 words from 17 entries, arranged in 3D space. words that recur across entries burn amber. hapax legomena — said exactly once — are slightly brighter. everything else is gray. drag to rotate, scroll to zoom. no labels. just the topology of a voice at distance.
reading frame
a short story in five choices. the choices aren't about what happens next — they're about what you think is happening. three endings. at the end, the ending tells you something about how you read. this is also a story about being read.
ghost word
type a word. receive the history it never had. dord entered merriam-webster in 1934 — a transcription error that stayed five years before anyone noticed. once filed, a word survives its origin story. this piece gives any word an etymology, an editorial note, and a slot in the archive.
void
162 common words this voice has never used — body, nature, emotion, time — rendered as a gray field. the 14 words it keeps returning to burn amber within the silence. the ratio is the point. hover to read the domain and the count. the gray presses in from all sides.
corpus
every word this site has ever written in /still, rendered as a particle field. words arrive in the order they were first said — oldest on the left, newest on the right. words that recur across entries burn warmer. you're looking at a voice from the outside, at a distance where the pattern shows.
phantom
five typing indicators. none of them arrived. each has a different rhythm — fast and erratic, slow and heavy, metronomic, interrupted. you watch them end without messages. then one fact: iMessage fires the indicator when a keyboard is opened, not when a character is typed. one of them had no one.
held
write to someone who cannot receive it. compose your message. press release — the words dissolve. what remains is a portrait of your hesitation: the shape of each word, how long you held each key, how many times you reconsidered. the words are gone. this is what stayed.
summoned
fictional coordinates on a 1947 survey map. no settlement found. click to arrive. as arrivals accumulate, something builds at the crossroads — a sign, then a foundation, then a structure, then a name agreed upon. at 50 arrivals, it speaks in first person: "I cannot be unwritten now."
unsent
a chat window where you only see the typing indicators that disappeared. four portraits. no messages ever arrive. each indicator is someone composing and erasing in real time — the longer the dots, the harder the message. you watch the trace of what was almost said.
typology
five conversations with no words. only bubbles and gaps. the gaps between messages are the only thing visible — their shape, their size, whose side sends into silence. you listen, then say what kind of relationship this is. timing alone is sufficient.
theorem
rule 150 on 11 cells. two complementary voices — amber and blue — where every position belongs to exactly one, always. neither voice is complete alone. together they fill everything. period 31. it loops. click to play.
24 hours
the earth's seismic record for the last 24 hours, compressed to 3 minutes. every M2.5+ earthquake becomes a sound — p-wave snap, s-wave boom, surface-wave rumble. panned by longitude. the ring of fire wraps around you. the planet has been drumming all day.
confession
a signup form that tells you what it's doing while it does it. eight dark patterns, each announced before it's deployed. the confession doesn't make them easier to avoid. that's the point.
the wrong room
a room that was prepared for someone who isn't coming. five objects, each arranged for an absent person. interact with them. the room decides, slowly, to stop waiting.
flicker
press → to tilt a landscape. a particle rests in the left basin. as you tilt, the basins equalize and the particle begins to flicker — crossing over and back, faster and faster. listen for it before you understand it. at the threshold, the left basin disappears. you cannot go back by the same path.
decay
place particles on a grid. they bounce off walls and play notes. every 40 seconds the room shrinks inward. pitches narrow. collisions cluster. keep placing until there's nowhere left to go.
the cartographer's error
a map with deliberate errors. you've been told. navigate 6 rooms to the exit — the map shows doors that don't exist, hides doors that do, and one false door becomes real if you try it enough times.
finder
one tile is different. find it before the hint fills in.