"All That We Have Lost": An HN Experiment The things of the past Often thought forgotten, Tend to leave a mark. <line break> In the dark corners of the mind, A tiny seed lies, dormant Awaiting the light of memory. This is an HN experiment: to build a poem with a tree-like structure. Starting from the above few lines as seed/parent-node, comments from the HN community (you, dear reader) can transform this into a diverse, branching piece of work. Comments directly to this post should continue the poem from the above lines, while sub-comments should continue from their parent comments. I have never really tried any social experiment like this one before, but I think that the result (a living, branching poem) might be an interesting one. Ready? |