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.

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf abrar

i was tempted to lie about my name

like first name

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

this will be about a slug
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

plato

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i dont understand magnetisation

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i have read not even 1 book

division of reality is straying away from it

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Put a blanket."

idk

yeah

abrar?