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
your feed looks like my tumblr
that looks like my instagram account
is everyoneback on tumblr now
its good
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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
i understand
lol yea
send your tumblr
lol
idk
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
ahnaf abrar
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
what do you think my name is
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
bro i read nothing in my life
isaac newton
i really havent
It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
fw
i want to do that too
no like which do people call me
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.