I think that I “speak” for both Perry and myself when I say that this little contraption is doing much more that it is…er…uh…mmm…doing? And that we both whole heartedly agree that there is some deep connection here that I am not quite capable of uh…y’know…putting here.
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there is something so existentially memorizing about this device. i feel like the inventor stole my life and reverse engineered it and rebuilt this prototype based on his findings. amazing.
and at the same time its a small scale model of America.