Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

and the fake qualifier

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

magnetises a pin

like first name

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

yeah

god being the centre magnet

its good short few pages

i really havent

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Slug

...

all that is to say

send your tumblr

bro i read nothing in my life

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

autonomy of learning

i love it here

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Picture

what do you think my name is

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Style

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

It Will Get Lighter

its good