i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

lol

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

in a post. I want to be remembered

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

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

isaac newton

it is hopeful

feel you

i understand

hiding from the rain

you cannot feed someone truth

like first name

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate