Rain, starting

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

Picture

so at the end

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

hiding from the rain


there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

It Will Get Lighter

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls