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

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much more tactility

so the method has to be autonomous

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

was it worth it

i was tempted to lie about my name

and the fake qualifier

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

autonomy of learning

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ion

lol

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

magnetisation/form

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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 catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.

what do you mean

"Put a blanket."

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content