I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i was tempted to lie about my name

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

lol yea

i dont understand magnetisation

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

lol

we need to be deconstructing our identities

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Lift Analysis

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

abrar?

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

feel you

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Rain, starting

no like which do people call me

no i haven't really read anything

Better Lift