Wordworm
after SnakeEat the letters in order and the worm writes out one of my essay titles. Its world is a Möbius strip: go out on the right and you come back on the left, upside down.
Free play · 8 games
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I’m trying to understand myself and the world I find myself in. Mathematics, art, and philosophy are ways I explore it.
PhD student in the School of Computer Science and Engineering at the University of New South Wales
Every coloured tile is a game, and most of them hide a page of this site. Pick one up and play.
Eat the letters in order and the worm writes out one of my essay titles. Its world is a Möbius strip: go out on the right and you come back on the left, upside down.
Every four lines earn a flip: the whole well turns upside down, every block tumbles to the floor, the holes vanish and full rows cascade away. Each line adds a word to my question.
Merge hunches into notes, lemmas, proofs and papers, all the way to an atlas. Reviewer 2 drops in now and then, and won't merge with anything.
Run round a planet small enough to lap. Whatever you jump over comes round again, a little bigger each time, until it blossoms. Catch the paper planes.
Minesweeper with ten sleeping cats for mines. Lift a cushion with a cat under it and it wakes up; leave a fish to keep one napping. Some cushions hide letters. Wake three and nap time is over.
Breakout in the dark: the ball is the only light, and every row is one of my titles. Break a whole title to free a firefly; catch it, and the lantern shines further.
Hop across a mathematician's desk. A run of dead-centre landings plays the folk song Mo Li Hua, beat by beat; land on a book or a curio to pick up one of my pages.
Fly a crane through bamboo in an ink painting. Your path dries into calligraphy, your best flight flies beside you as a ghost, and lanterns carry my essays.
Earlier versions of this homepage, still open for anyone who finds them.
Pages you win in the games land here, and stay in this browser.