no longer writing in the third person

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

propensity within someone

its good


i dont understand magnetisation

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

isaac

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

its good short few pages

not their contents

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

the site i am dreaming

December 2025

feel you

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

no i haven't really read anything

plato

you cannot feed someone truth

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos