Walking PiBecause today is the day that it is, they have put Pi down on the sidewalk around the place where I work. They have done this in chalk, long looping lines of it, a trail of numbers that is at least six thousand digits long. In places, the numbers grow large and artful, and in others they are cramped and squeezed. In many places the numbers are annotated, or illuminated, or both. I have found the beginning; I should walk it to the end.
What this place needs is a labyrinth.
All content under copyright by the author. Dancing is permitted. The strange deltic glyphs in the sand under tidal flow are a pleasure to watch in their deepening. Offer not valid in Kansas. We put it down and then we lost it. It all happens in the corner of the eye. Commentary accepted at pen@goob.com, although the traps are agressive and the pointy bits simply drip with dark liquour. We have a dog, but we do not own it. Thank you.