"Put a blanket."

I Write Goodbye Letter

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Today I felt like starting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you, Jack

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

send your tumblr

i love it here

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

we can only engage in such a way

like first name

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

plato

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

kind of mythopoesis