i was tempted to lie about my name

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

that looks like my instagram account

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

sorry i am texting like a slav

you cannot feed someone truth

isaac newton

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

we need to be deconstructing our identities

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

not their contents

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.

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.

i love it here

god being the centre magnet

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

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

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl