Salisa lohavittayavikant

Turandot may seem to place too much emphasis on cruelty.

— Platov, February 25th, 2026

You could almost say that by a fair standard of evaluation the way men from other cultures treat their women (and in extension, me) are highly psychopathic. […] Like what good are they? Coming into my life mucking things up wasting my time and fucking up the world.

— Salisa to Henry, March 13th, 2026

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Why don’t you two duel it out and whoever wins gets me? Why is this my problem I still don’t understand.

— Salisa to Anton, March 11th, 2026

And remember that by continuing to act this way – by hurting and abusing me so casually or helplessly – you are giving your friends ammunition and a very valid cause for the official vacating of your post. It would demoralise the entire chain of command if it could be perceived that your friend is acting entirely out of pure selfish interests and for personal intimate reasons and feelings for a girl by getting rid of you. That’s a bad look, isn’t it? Especially for someone with that kind of office? Fighting over a girl and abusing his authority? But here you are legitimising that order of liquidation all on your own. No one can fault me for not trying. I’ve done my best for you. I’ve got my closure. And no one can fault him for finally doing something about it. Or for all your friends doing something about it. You think your friends are all stressed out over taking a hit from my friends? If anything they are way giddy over it. It’s not a show of force, but a show of support and solidarity, you know that right? As in, it’s unanimous.. “We know you all want to get rid of him. Do it. Here we are on the other side clamouring for the same thing. Giving you cause for doing it. Just do it”.

— Salisa to Anton, March 5th, 2026

I guess one truth to be gleaned from it all once the dust settles: Is it really deep love? Hot burning want? Mad manic desire? Or simply frivolous sentiments and showy romantic rivalry in the face of listless boredom that comes with unimaginable wealth and power? Surely there are much simpler ways to attract a woman. Less deadlier, less bombastic, less costly. It’s all grandstanding, you see. And not the desperate want of me. But I’m sure they’re all self-satisfied in how they went about it.

It’s the love of the game, as they say. When you’re in it for the game, you don’t much care about the prize.

— Salisa to Henry, March 14th, 2026

He’s not saying that he’s secretly French?

You’re thinking of “The Frog Prince” 🐸👑

The Short Version

A spoiled young princess meets a frog who promises to retrieve her lost golden ball from a well. In return, she agrees to let him be her companion.

She keeps the promise very reluctantly.

Later:

• The frog insists on:
  • eating from her plate
  • sleeping on her pillow
• Disgusted and angry, she either:
  • throws the frog against a wall (in the original Grimm version 😬), or
  • kisses him (a later, softer retelling)

The spell breaks — the frog turns into a handsome prince who was cursed by a witch.

They marry, happily ever after, etc.

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Jul 28 ––––––– Other Exhibitions

’Open the door, my princess dear,
Open the door to thy true love here!
And mind the words that thou and I said
By the fountain cool, in the greenwood shade.’

Then the princess ran to the door and opened it, and there she saw the frog, whom she had quite forgotten. At this sight she was sadly frightened, and shutting the door as fast as she could, came back to her seat. The king, her father, seeing that something had frightened her, asked her what was the matter. ’There is a nasty frog,’ said she, ’at the door, that lifted my ball for me out of the spring this morning: I told him that he should live with me here, thinking that he could never get out of the spring; but there he is at the door, and he wants to come in.’

While she was speaking the frog knocked again at the door, and said:

’Open the door, my princess dear,
Open the door to thy true love here!
And mind the words that thou and I said
By the fountain cool, in the greenwood shade.’

Then the king said to the young princess, ’As you have given your word you must keep it; so go and let him in.’ She did so, and the frog hopped into the room, and then straight on–tap, tap–plash, plash– from the bottom of the room to the top, till he came up close to the table where the princess sat. ’Pray lift me upon chair,’ said he to the princess, ’and let me sit next to you.’

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Oct 25 ––––––– Horror Night #1

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Aug 31 ––––––– In That Light… I See You

Multiple frogs!!

“There’s something vile in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.”

Fernando Pessoa

— Henry to Salisa, November 6th, 2025

Satisfied with dreams only when I’m not dreaming, satisfied with the world only when I’m dreaming far away from it. A swinging pendulum, back and forth, forever moving to arrive nowhere, eternally captive to the twin fatality of a centre and a useless motion.

— Fernando Pessoa

Salisa to Anton, today:

Too bad […] is never going to see the light of day. I would have gotten to know you and through it develop some kind of fondness or familiarity which was why I started it. You blew it for some reason not clear to anyone including your friends. But does anything you or I have done up to this point matter to you at all? Are there any considerations of anything in the past, any continuity, any coherence, any centre I can work with? Nope. You’re just a small child doing whatever he wishes at any stupid moment. Clinging on to his toys and his ideas. Which is why I said to you: it all doesn’t matter. Nothing ever did matter with you and nothing will, including you, me, or us. It’s just a fantasy game looping in your head. It’s not real to you. It never has any value, hence you don’t care about anything that happens. You see, care grounds us in the world, but you have no care in the world so why does anything matter? It all doesn’t matter. Nothing’s going to change with you or me. Your men stopped rooting for you a long while ago. Someone else will swoop me because they can see you are hopeless and pointless – all this ultimately pointless and never going to amount to anything. […]

I know I should be trying harder with you. Forget what you did or said, suck it up and do or be whatever you demand me to do or be. But you see, things matter with me and to me. They have weight, shape, significance, history, potentiality. They just matter and I remember and then act accordingly. You are better off with someone as frivolous as you are. No substance, barely scaffolding. Someone just as hopeless, pointless, and useless. […]

All you need to do, right now, is tell me when you’re coming so we can meet. And then come. Why do you think I’ve been pushing us to meet? You said to influence you, perhaps. No, you fuck, it’s to stop the carnage around us for which you are in large part directly and solely responsible. The longer we drag this on, the higher the risks, the higher the collateral. But of course, why would you understand anything and who could blame you? You are actually Lenny from Mice and Men, you know, which is why I don’t pity you. […]

There, I just called your highly revered and feared commander (to not get any wires crossed – Anton here) Lenny from Mice and Men. Come on, hit me boys. Or hit Berlin again for all I fucking care.

I know you will all think: how needless all this is. Why does this keep happening? Why can’t we put a stop to it? Why is it the same script over and over and over? Now you know the answer: you put Lenny here in a position of authority and so everyone must suffer as a result.

Congratulations Lenny, you’ve caused, including two more yesterday, thirty four deaths of my countrymen.

Email to Henry, July 25th, 2025:

Do you know of this epic Thai poetry called Khun Chang Khun Paen? We learned some verses in middle school, but the male characters all too obscene for the story to be taught in depth to school children […]. Here is a modern reimagination – a televised lakorn reworked from the point of view of Wanthong […] This short scene is before she is led to her execution… and you can clearly see who is more tormented by the thought of her death: https://youtu.be/RF-NkbLGbig?si=9Lo8-2nGltMh3xSM&t=3897 (timepoint around 1:05:00)

Nevertheless, people consider it high tragedy but it is obviously a form of high farce. To prefer the gallows over having to choose between two equally awful men is a feminist comedy anyway you cut it. Too bad there’s not much secondhand resources available in English for international audience. 

But ChatGPT has a good summary:

Explain Khun Chang Khun Paen story – Thai epic poem

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