Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

but really the thing should be autonomous

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

you cannot feed someone truth

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

It Will Get Lighter

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Thank you, Jack

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

so an active mazelike process

not their contents

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


i was tempted to lie about my name

...

It Will Get Lighter

December 2025

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

abrar?

propensity within someone

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

what do you think my name is

Rain, starting