bro i read nothing in my life

i understand

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

was it worth it

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

i really havent

like magnets

i really havent

and the fake qualifier

isaac

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

or never left

lol yea

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

as in

no longer writing in the third person

what do you think my name is

which magnetises chains of pins

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

thank you

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt