i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
like first name
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
so an active mazelike process
much more tactility
i was tempted to lie about my name
ahnaf abrar
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
barren land
it is hopeful
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
lol
yeah
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
plato
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
send your tumblr
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
we need to be deconstructing our identities
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
or never left
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.
abrar?