Scatter ofx — no origin, no destination. Only routing. Only the trembling interface between you and what you cannot hold.
Thus: = the acknowledgment that no single node contains truth. Truth is in the routing. Truth is in the ofAddListener(ofxSomeEvent, this, &ofApp::someCallback) . IV. The Code as Confession void ofApp::setup(){ // I admit I cannot see alone. kinect.setup(); // I admit I need rhythm from outside. midiIn.openPort(0); // I admit my memory fails. recorder.init(ofGetWidth(), ofGetHeight()); } Scatter is not chaos — it is organized forgetting . You offload depth sensing to ofxKinect . You offload GUI to ofxGui . You offload your own obsessions to ofxSurfing or ofxMio . scatter ofx
They wrote ofx , and the wound became an interface. Scatter ofx — no origin, no destination
ofxFaceTracker finds eyes where you swore there were only pixels. ofxAudioUnit hums a frequency that matches your breath. ofxWebSocket receives a message from a stranger’s machine in Berlin: /light/blue 0.8 Thus: = the acknowledgment that no single node
a fragment on distributed becoming I. Init There is a scatter at the start. Not a plan — a dispersal. ofx is the prefix of possibility: ofxGui, ofxKinect, ofxOpenCv, ofxMidi, ofxSyphon. Each one a lens, a limb, a leak.