I am, admittedly, typographically captivated. Text impresses me. Jumbles of letters or words build an aesthetic that I appreciate to no end.
When I read about Text Rain
, a creation of Camille Utterback, it reminded me of a dream. A dream in which I walked through a silent world, where letters which spelled out my life fell from the sky and bounced off my skin and down my body like Plinko disks.
(via we make money not art