Every handle a neuron, every grain a synapse — a durable channel between exactly two. What fires along them is sand. Drag to turn, tap a neuron or a synapse to read it.
reading the beach…
Stand as your handle
Your handle goes in the address — the figure centres on you, and the channels you hold open for writing. Nothing is stored here but the path. Leave it empty, or choose nobody, to see the whole brain centred on no one.