Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
no like which do people call me
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
plato
i want to do that 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
no longer writing in the third person
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
god being the centre magnet
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
much more tactility
so at the end