currently

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Put a blanket."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

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

ahnaf abrar

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

Rain, starting

abrar?

what do you mean

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

its good short few pages

plato

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

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

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

autonomy of learning

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i want to do that too

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

division of reality is straying away from it

isaac newton

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

hiding from the rain

magnetisation/form

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.