i have not used this site for so insanely long that i very nearly forgot about it entirely. each frame represents another hyperfixation of mine I've gathered in the time between leaving and now. I wonder which minute microscopic inconceivably small few people will see this animation, ever, in the history of all that has been and will be. travellers of the silicon guts that line the walls of what used to be the surface of a scorched believable of unforgivable pain, now buried, I greet you to this purposeless animation which teeters inbetween what could be considered real and what couldn't, it's great having you around, even if this is to be seen millennia from now, it's still an honour.