a small lab,
just for us.
twenty rooms. nothing here is shared with anyone. nothing here scores you. the lab is allowed to forget, and so are we.
schedule
a place to find each other. drop in what you're already doing. propose a time. the page glows where we line up.
asked
thirty-six questions, asked in order. arthur aron, 1997. it changes things in forty-five minutes. start here.
atlas
a map of you, drawn slowly. one biome is permanently fogged. ∞ remaining, by design.
sunday
a book with two locks. opens once a week, when both thumbs are down.
echoes
past selves overlaid. proof, with timestamps, that someone is trying to know you accurately.
gaze
every photo of you i have, on shuffle. drop in more from your phone whenever. built to stay open for hours.
vigil
a candle kept lit while you're at work. small things land here through the night — songs, a fossil, one question. scroll down as the page grows.
quiet
three small worlds to leave open in a tab. a slow flower (bloom), a name that settles in stars (constellation), and a 340-million-year-old fossil you can rotate (abyss).
land
a place we could be from. brown / monroe / greene, scored honestly — commute, acreage, price, what's already there.
utilities
first month in bloomington — who to call for electric, internet, gas, water. a checklist for moving in with your friends.
waking
a small room for the morning. sleep cycle math, a check-in, and the honest list of what beats more alarms.
tarot
the machine that cannot lie to you. deterministic pulls, seeded honestly — never claims to predict anything.
mixtape
starts with the song you put on loop. add anything — he listens to whatever you drop here.
altar
one short line a day. that's all this room is.
bloom
a slow flower. one petal opens a day for thirty days, whether you're watching or not.
constellation
stars drift in and settle into your name, then drift apart, then start over. forever, whether you're watching or not.
abyss
a real fossil, ~340 million years old. drag to orbit, scroll to zoom. that's the whole piece.
ctf
five fragments hidden on one page. devtools required — press F12 and start looking.
bigchillin
every star above is a stream day. one shape, the whole time. for you, from day one.
zaza
a quiet ledger of my own tolerance and spend. not about you — you can smoke as much as you want. this one's mine.
no scores. no streaks. no notifications you didn't ask for.
the lab is allowed to rest when we are.