currently


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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.


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.

IWGD

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

but really the thing should be autonomous

in a post. I want to be remembered

Worse Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

yeah

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i love it here

ahnaf abrar

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse