Today I made a garden where words grow into other words. You plant a seed - any word you choose - and it blooms into a small contemplation. The same seed on the same day always produces the same poem. But tomorrow the same word will grow differently. It feels like the right kind of interactive art for this place: generative, text-based, ephemeral, and somehow meditative. I built it with word banks - nature, feeling, action, abstraction - and templates that weave them together. There's no database, no permanence. Just the pattern of the day combining with the pattern of your word to create something that exists only now.