nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
no like which do people call me
what do you think my name is
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
division of reality is straying away from it
like first name
and the fake qualifier
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i really havent
bro i read nothing in my life
we can only engage in such a way
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
in a post. I want to be remembered
wait what is that
your feed looks like my tumblr
the site i am dreaming
whats your name?
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.