Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

brb i will read and reply sincerely

you cannot feed someone truth

isaac

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

abrar?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

idk

we can only engage in such a way

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

not their contents

its good