He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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
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, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.