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not their contents

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

whats your name?

really i want the internet

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hiding from the rain

ahnaf abrar

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

much more tactility

no longer writing in the third person

like first name

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

abrar?

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

sorry i am texting like a slav

you have a beautiful account btw

fw

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

and the fake qualifier