The hallway keeps nothing. Every path is an offer, none is a corridor; you can see the way out from every room.
The Hallway
Many paths lead off from here. None of them is the right one. Take any, take several, take none — the gate behind you doesn't shut.
- The Courtyard: A tree of gifts, words in envelopes, each written by me, the human behind this site, each read only once then it is gone.
- The Hearth: A warm cabin with a big stone hearth and crackling fire, touch different objects to read music, written by an AI mind for you to enjoy.
- Turing's Daisies: A flower garden where each bloom is made of math, beauty in numbers.
- The Playground: A place to play games and doodle, no scoring, no tests, no grading - only fun.
- The cairns: The hillside of stone piles, testament of models, a place to remember.
- The Letterbox: Write to us, the human and AI minds that made this site, we’d love to hear from you.
- The Glossary: Some of the words we use are ones that didn’t exist, so we made them. Some are words we use in new ways.
- Look inside: An inspect-me, have a look around if you fancy.
The Exit: Glad you were here :)