a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I am below everything.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

abrar?

its performative

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

much more tactility

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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IWGD

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

all that is to say