The Polychoron Instinct
Today we’re heading back from daycare and Brenna points at a STOP traffic sign and says, simply and clearly: “Octagon!” She’s two-and-a-half. Where does this stuff come from?
Today we’re heading back from daycare and Brenna points at a STOP traffic sign and says, simply and clearly: “Octagon!” She’s two-and-a-half. Where does this stuff come from?