You have found a living record. This site is one continuous instrument: a room of 120,000 dust motes simulated live on your graphics processor — drifting, breathing, and remembering how they are treated between visits. What follows is the record's transcription for non-visual receivers: each scene described in the order a sighted visitor crosses it. Press any key to start the music — Bach's Toccata in D minor, synthesized note by note as you listen; Bach also rides the Voyager Golden Record. Press slash to open a hidden terminal, and type HELP there for its commands.
CREATIVE TECHNOLOGIST — REAL-TIME GRAPHICS / AI / PRODUCT
LEVI CHAFFIN
Scene one — the wreath: the dust gathers into a slowly turning ring of teal and violet light that hangs above a black mirror of still water, reflected in it. It leans toward your pointer. It has noticed you.
01 / PROFILE
BUILDING
LIVING
SOFTWARE
I BUILD THINGS THAT BEHAVE LIKE THEY’RE ALIVE — AI COPILOTS ON SMART GLASSES, VOICES THAT WHISPER THE RIGHT WORDS AT THE RIGHT MOMENT, AND THIS: A ROOM OF LIVING DUST THAT REMEMBERS HOW YOU TREAT IT.
THE SITE ITSELF IS MY GOLDEN RECORD — A TIME CAPSULE FOR WHOEVER FINDS IT. 120,000 MOTES, LIVE BACH, ZERO FRAMEWORKS, ZERO FILES — EVERY PIXEL AND EVERY NOTE COMPUTED THE MOMENT YOU ARRIVED.
Scene two — the curtain: a banner of thousands of tiny metal sequins hangs at the gateway to the work. Ripples travel outward from its center, flipping each bead as they pass; dragging across it draws light into the fabric. Past the curtain the whole room dives beneath a black waterline — the surface breaks into expanding rings, and the journey continues underwater.
Selected work
02 / SELECTED WORK
What are you looking for?
03 / WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?
Scene three — the threshold: the dust assembles into a tessellated iris, an aperture of shimmering teal and violet cells. It dilates as you approach, and the site's only warm golden light spills through the opening as you pass through it.
04 / CONTACT
Scene four — the division: the dust forms a cell dividing in two, mitosis caught mid-moment — the mark of making something alive together.
LET'S BUILD
SOMETHING ALIVE
LEVI.P.CHAFFIN@GMAIL.COM
The final scene: the entire universe of dust collapses into a single mote, which keeps drifting. The record ends where it began — one living dot, still traveling. Press N to release it and begin again.
PRESS N WHEN IT’S FOUND AGAIN