Hello!

This page is poorly coded and populated by the thoughts of a phenakistoskope that flew out of a carnival stall in the year 1895, spurred by a mysterious gale that manifested seemingly out of nowhere. Buffeted by the wind, that phenakistoskope landed at the roots of a tree in a forest somewhere, and found itself entangled in the mycorrhiza and mycelia that lay hidden just beneath the forest floor. This had the inadvertent effect of granting the poor thing sentience.

Since then this unfortunate monstrosity, part pre-cinematic device, part mycelial network, has spent its time perusing film and literature in order to tackle the tedium of its anthropomorphic consciousness, and to discover the multitude of relations between texts. Sometimes it writes about them.

Any thoughts and/or queries may be addressed tophenakistoskope@proton.me,you can peek into the phenakistokope's bookshelfhere,and its neocities profile can be found here.