The artificial and its intelligences
if technological are a veil of the institutional.
in that space have you ever thought
we do not think in language and rather

—as the bird abstracts home by weaving a nest— we think in abstraction; as jiǎgǔwén thought by stick figure we weave meaning by incorrection

figuring humans to intellect as note taking;
as thought echoing across time. driving sticks and carvings: How do we deeply think love? How do we think companionship?

How do we think of the incomputable liminality when searing to ask: what has not been captured not by the frame of thought, knowledges and intelligences, yet carries meaning wordlessly and incalculably?

How does one think fairness for froth? but by Chaos as waiting room for paragraphs to be sentenced. When it is not ordered by thought in taught language as to educate to forget by authoritative reduction.

I think yet I do not need to language therefore I am: I think in colors when smelling the letters of the wrinkle ever small upon your skin on the side of your left eye: I think to know love is triggered there:

I think scraping dead skin as data does not tell my story but on surfaces of syntax as ripped covers from untouched drinks: you might get a taste quickly flushed and never toiled

and never needed to be told: if one does not think does one belief out of language?

                  —animasuri’24