Squig

I can’t tell you how many squiggles I’ve seen floating past me. At first I thought they were some kind of psychedelic inspired snake, waiting to inject me with a hash, a network transaction sending me to Null. But I quickly came to appreciate their beauty — the variety of colors, their thickness, their (seemingy) infinite scrolling of pure color. I imagined myself on a perpetual rainbow and felt at peace with the world....