one strange loop

What’s that strange calling? Compelled by curiosity, one hesitant step marks the beginning. Faint rhythms and shifting shapes draw you in. As you move closer, the path tightens, spiraling inward. The air grows thicker—almost touchable—until you reach it: the point of no return, the event horizon of something unnameable, dissolving everything you believe to be true.
Questions echoe, not in your mind, but somewhere deeper, in the spaces between thought and intuition. And as the spiral pulls you closer to its center, you realize that every step forward is also a return.
This is the world you just entered—a place where perception bends and folds, where stories loop back on themselves, and where every answer births another question. At its core blazes a swirling vortex—not a universal truth, but rather the concept from which everything originates. Iteration by iteration, the spiral draws you ever closer to an elementary particle that seems within reach—but once there, that apparent static, absolute truth reveals itself as merely a point within a much grander pattern, an unending dynamic composed solely of interactions.

Steve’s work explores the spiral as a mirror of our existence: a recursion, a pattern that unfolds in the narratives shaping our identity, and a tale of a failed quest—a quest for constants in the dance of particles, a search for reality, and ultimately, a quest for that which we call “self.”