i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
much more tactility
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
not their contents
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
all that is to say
kind of mythopoesis
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
isaac newton