Hold still to blow. Drag to walk around the clock.
À tout vent
Presque tout en elle est vide ; c’est le vide qui la porte.
A contemplative, interactive morning in a meadow: a dandelion seed head, a hundred and fifty seeds, each carried by a pappus of about a hundred filaments. At dawn the clock is closed and beaded with dew; as the sun rises it dries and opens, and the breeze begins to take the seeds. Almost all of a pappus is empty space, and it is that emptiness, holding a ring of air above it, that lets the seed fly.
Drag to walk around the clock. Hold still to blow: your breath leaves the lens toward the pointer. A closed, wet clock holds on to its seeds. Count your breaths: the old game says the last one tells the hour.
Keyboard: arrow keys to turn, Home to recenter, Space to blow. Escape restores the interface.
The meadow is waking…