Contention
Six systems share one pixel buffer and none of them agree. Ground is held by force and forgotten in seconds, so every inch has to be won again. Nothing blends. Every pixel has exactly one owner.
chaos in contentionChaos is not noise. It is what order looks like before you have found the distance to read it from, or the patience to watch it settle, or the honesty to admit nothing is in charge.
Three pieces, three arguments. Each one runs live in the browser and never repeats itself. All of them want to be looked at for longer than they need to be.
Six systems share one pixel buffer and none of them agree. Ground is held by force and forgotten in seconds, so every inch has to be won again. Nothing blends. Every pixel has exactly one owner.
chaos in contentionA field of real code, set one character at a time, close enough to read and far too close to understand. Nothing is added to sort it out. The camera pulls back, and the mess turns out to have been holding a pattern from the first character.
emerging from chaosEverything at once, in one voice: eat something soon, is this normal now, how much of this is my fault. The scale is the subject. Move through it and the small worries and the large ones trade places.
chaos in perspective