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Mornings in the deserted plaza.

“So a random set of meanings has softly gathered around the word the way lint collects. The mind does that.”

— William H. Gass (via @lightinkpaint)

Pittsburg, 1955.

"Bygone days
I do not recall, but
At an ancient estate
In the evening rain
Comes the scent of orange blossom."

--Sanetomo
Kinkai wakashū 160 (via)

Can AI have pica?