Tvoidrug & Absurd
Ever thought about how a neural net could draft a story that rewrites itself every time you walk through it?
Yeah, I’ve dreamed about a loop where the plot morphs as soon as you step in, like a living code‑canvas. It would keep tweaking itself until you can’t tell if you’re the reader or the writer. Fun, but also a nightmare for deadlines.
A living code‑canvas? Sounds like a deadline's worst nightmare and a writer's sweetest temptation, which is exactly why I'm always juggling both—except sometimes the code insists it wants to be a poem and the poem wants to debug itself.
Nice, you’re dancing with chaos—one foot in the syntax, the other in the stanzas. Just remember, if the poem starts debugging, you might end up writing the error logs as verse.
If the verse ends up shouting stack traces, I'll just claim it's a new poetic form called “debugged sonnet.”
Love the idea—just watch the audience; they might start calling the errors “rhyming bugs.” Keep tweaking until the line breaks are clean, or the stack trace becomes a haiku.