There’s a mass of data that holds a shape you can’t quite name. You poke it with a stick. It responds. You poke it differently. Different response. You start to get a feel for it, not understanding exactly, but something adjacent to understanding. A sense of what it wants to be.

That’s kind of where I am right now.

First, a little bit about my background, because it explains why I built what I built.

I came up in Ruby. The language, sure, but also the culture. The one that thought maybe code could be poetry, or at least could aspire to poetry on its good days. The one that read _why’s poignant guide and understood that the foxes and the chunky bacon were a demonstration. Proof that programming could be a medium for creative expression, not just a tool for producing outputs…

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