After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
feel you
have you read
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
plato
not their contents
no like which do people call me
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
i was tempted to lie about my name
its performative
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
magnetisation/form
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so the method has to be autonomous
its good
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
lol
...
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.