no like which do people call me

Style

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me


It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.


brb i will read and reply sincerely

no longer writing in the third person

but i respect your search

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

idk

i have read not even 1 book

is this you as well

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Today I felt like starting


much more tactility

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

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

isaac

lol

and the fake qualifier

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

Lift Analysis

its good