The head stares
in silence. It smells
like a portfolio under
construction.

The head
stares in silence.
It smells like
a portfolio under
construction.

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As you scroll down,
the head disappears.

You dislike scrolling downwards.

As you scroll down, the head disappears.

As you scroll down, the head disappears.

You dislike scrolling downwards.

You dislike scrolling downwards.

You know the head is still here. It's in the dark somewhere, staring silently. Maybe it's eating something. Maybe it's eating a single spaghetti, trying to be a silent as possible. Slurping it, slowly.

You know the head is still here. It's in the dark somewhere, staring silently.
Maybe it's eating something.
Maybe it's eating a single spaghetti, trying to be a silent as possible. Slurping it, slowly.

You know the head is still here. It's in the dark somewhere, staring silently.
Maybe it's eating something.
Maybe it's eating a single spaghetti, trying to be a silent as possible. Slurping it, slowly.

You know the head is still here. It's in the dark somewhere, staring silently. Maybe it's eating something. Maybe it's eating a single spaghetti, trying to be a silent as possible. Slurping it, slowly.

You know the head is still here. It's in the dark somewhere, staring silently. Maybe it's eating something. Maybe it's eating a single spaghetti, trying to be a silent as possible. Slurping it, slowly.

Did it only have a spaghetti to begin with? Or did it cook a single spaghetti?
It's called a spaghetto? Even auto-correct doesn't know what to do.

Did it only have a spaghetti to begin with? Or did it cook a single spaghetti?
It's called a spaghetto?
Even auto-correct doesn't know what to do.

Did it only have a spaghetti to begin with? Or did it cook a single spaghetti?
It's called a spaghetto?
Even auto-correct doesn't know what to do.

Did it only have a spaghetti to begin with?
Or did it cook a single spaghetti?
It's called a spaghetto?
Even auto-correct doesn't know what to do.

Did it only have a spaghetti to begin with?
Or did it cook a single spaghetti?
It's called a spaghetto?
Even auto-correct doesn't know what to do.

It doesn't matter.
Where is the portfolio? you think, exasperated.

I was trying to think about something fun to put here.
I Googled "Where is it?" because I was uninspired.

I found this YT song for kids called "Where's the monkey?" 38M views worth of kids most likely traumatized by that →

It's nighttime. You're awake because you're lactose intolerant and your tummy's acting up.

You're a bit hazy, and you feel like you hear something outside. Is that singing? It's a jolly tune, but it creeps you out.

You have to go to the bathroom, but now you're scared. The singing isn't outside. Did you forget to close your laptop?

You think rationally. Of course, that has to be that. It's on YouTube or something—the door opens…

It doesn't matter.
Where is the portfolio? you think, exasperated.

I was trying to think about something fun to put here.
I Googled "Where is it?" because I was uninspired.

I found this YT song for kids called "Where's the monkey?" 38M views worth of kids most likely traumatized by that →

It's nighttime. You're awake because you're lactose intolerant and your tummy's acting up.

You're a bit hazy, and you feel like you hear something outside. Is that singing? It's a jolly tune, but it creeps you out.

You have to go to the bathroom, but now you're scared. The singing isn't outside. Did you forget to close your laptop?

You think rationally. Of course, that has to be that. It's on YouTube or something—the door opens…

It doesn't matter.
Where is the portfolio? you think, exasperated.

I was trying to think about something fun to put here.
I Googled "Where is it?" because I was uninspired.

I found this YT song for kids called "Where's the monkey?"
38M views worth of kids most likely traumatized by that →

It's nighttime. You're awake because you're lactose intolerant and your tummy's acting up.

You're a bit hazy, and you feel like you hear something outside. Is that singing?
It's a jolly tune, but it creeps you out.

You have to go to the bathroom, but now you're scared. The singing isn't outside. Did you forget to close your laptop?

You think rationally. Of course, that has to be that. It's on YouTube or something—the door opens…

It doesn't matter.
Where is the portfolio?
you think, exasperated.

I was trying to think about something fun to put here. I Googled "Where is it?" because I was uninspired.

I found this YT song for kids  called "Where's the monkey?" 38M views worth of kids most likely traumatized by that →

It's nighttime. You're awake because you're lactose intolerant and your tummy's acting up.

You're a bit hazy, and you feel like you hear something outside. Is that singing? It's a jolly tune, but it creeps you out.

You have to go to the bathroom, but now you're scared. The singing isn't outside. Did you forget to close your laptop?

You think rationally. Of course, that has to be that. It's on YouTube or something—the door opens…

It doesn't matter.
Where is the portfolio?
you think, exasperated.

I was trying to think about something fun to put here. I Googled "Where is it?" because I was uninspired.

I found this YT song for kids  called "Where's the monkey?" 38M views worth of kids most likely traumatized by that →

It's nighttime. You're awake because you're lactose intolerant and your tummy's acting up.

You're a bit hazy, and you feel like you hear something outside. Is that singing? It's a jolly tune, but it creeps you out.

You have to go to the bathroom, but now you're scared. The singing isn't outside. Did you forget to close your laptop?

You think rationally. Of course, that has to be that. It's on YouTube or something—the door opens…

Time passes.
Maybe there won't be a portfolio.

Time passes.
Maybe there won't be a portfolio.

Time passes.
Maybe there won't be a portfolio.

There's still no portfolio.

There's still no portfolio.

There's still no portfolio.

Here goes the lil' head.

Here goes the lil' head.

Here goes the lil' head.

God, I miss that Linkedin button.

God, I miss that Linkedin button.

God, I miss that Linkedin button.