Read-Only Wallet View of Collections and NFTs
Customizable Collection Block-Out
Masonry Layout on Sort
Backimg Flip Cards
Compress NFTs into Template-Stacks for “Card Stack Viewing”
Lazy Loading of NFTs and Images via Expand/Collapse
Use Neftyblocks Cache for NFT Image/Video Thumbnails
Local Cache of Collection Images for Quick Reload
Sort by NFT Name
User Sortable Favorites Section with Mint Numbers
NFT Detail View with Hidden Potential Off-Chain Data
Collection Counts and Top 3 by % Collection
NFT Background Images
Trophy Display for #1 and #2 Mints
Custom Flair on NFTs!
WAXWORKS Featured Artist Gallery
3D Book and Comic Viewer
8-bit Slammers Super Secret Project!
Comic/Book Shelf NFT
Support NSFW Collections?
512 MB Artists CDN (free, glitch.com)
Per-Collection Play Button
Enterprise Level CDN for Video Assets and 10K PFP
Enterprise Level App Hosting / Droplets / VPS
MongoDB Staging / Live DB Serverless (Mongo Atlas)
Imagekit Cache (Paid Tier)
Cloudflare WAF / Workers / Page Rules (Paid tier)
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“The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero
© Copyright 2023 Nicholas Tantillo
Because I could not stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me- The Carriage held but just Ourselves- And Immortality.
We slowly drove- He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility-
We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess- in the Ring- We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain- We passed the Setting Sun-
Or rather- He passed us- The Dews drew quivering and chill- For only Gossamer, my Gown- My Tippet- only Tulle-
We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground- The Roof was scarcely visible- The Cornice- in the Ground-
Since then- ’tis Centuries- and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses’ Heads Were toward Eternity-