"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I am below everything.

isaac

fw

division of reality is straying away from it

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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

abrar?

what do you think my name is

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ahnaf abrar

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i was tempted to lie about my name

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i love it here

its good

thank you

so at the end

which magnetises chains of pins

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

...

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

"Put a blanket."

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then