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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

division of reality is straying away from it

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

we need to be deconstructing our identities

so an active mazelike process

so the method has to be autonomous

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

no like which do people call me

Slug

It Will Get Lighter

i want to do that too

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

December 2025

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

feel you

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

what do you think my name is

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i was tempted to lie about my name

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf