you have a beautiful account btw

that looks like my instagram account

whats your name?

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

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

we need to be deconstructing our identities

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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ahnaf abrar

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

fw

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.

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.

ion

so the method has to be autonomous

its good

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Rain, starting

i want to do that too

no like which do people call me

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

propensity within someone

isaac

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos