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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
really i want the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
I am below everything.
Can I see
kind of mythopoesis
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.
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.but really the thing should be autonomous
yes
magnetisation/form
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i see a website
but i respect your search
so at the end
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Today I felt like starting
hiding from the rain
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting