I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I Write Goodbye Letter

ahnaf abrar

and the fake qualifier

propensity within someone

all that is to say

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

plato

the site i am dreaming

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.

is this you as well

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

Slug

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

i want to do that too

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i really havent

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"Put a blanket."

Thank you, Jack