hiding from the rain

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you have a beautiful account btw

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

Rain, starting

much more tactility

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.

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

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 textwall is as much for me as it is for you