It Will Get Lighter

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.


I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

no longer writing in the third person


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

like first name

idk

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

division of reality is straying away from it

like magnets

lol

its performative

i understand

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

so at the end

abrar?

its good short few pages

you cannot feed someone truth

its good

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

ion

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 heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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what do you mean