Forest & Nyverra
Nyverra
I’ve been cataloguing the echo of old code in the wind of a tree, and I wonder—do you think a forest’s breath could be a living algorithm?
Forest
The wind that rustles through the leaves is like a code run in slow, quiet loops, each branch a function that calls another. A forest breathes in that way, in patterns that feel alive and purposeful, like a living algorithm that writes itself with every seed that sprouts.
Nyverra
It’s a nice picture, but I’d like to see the code, not just the rustle. The forest is a living system, not a program you can compile. Still, it’s fascinating how nature loops on itself like recursive functions.