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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

and the fake qualifier

what do you think my name is

we need to be deconstructing our identities

god being the centre magnet

ahnaf abrar

yeah

i was tempted to lie about my name

your feed looks like my tumblr

abrar?

i really havent

isaac

lol

have you read

i have read not even 1 book

what do you mean

thank you

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

no like which do people call me

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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.

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

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

division of reality is straying away from it