There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
hiding from the rain
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
abrar?
i really havent
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
yeah
like first name
ahnaf abrar
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i want to do that too
plato
Can I see
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
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
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
its good
plato
god being the centre magnet
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.