Esse Est Percipi

Below hang one hundred paintings. Ninety-odd of them do not exist.

Your browser is a subjective idealist. Under content-visibility: auto it declines to lay out or paint any canvas you are not looking at — not as a philosophy, but to save your battery. To be is to be perceived; the rest is skipped. Scroll, and each work is minted from chance the instant it enters your view, and ceases — is un-drawn, forgotten, re-thrown — the instant it leaves. No two glances land on the same picture twice.

There once was a man who said, “God must think it exceedingly odd if he finds that this tree continues to be when there's no one about in the quad.”

↓ scroll. the count in the corner is the population of what exists.