The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i was tempted to lie about my name

so the method has to be autonomous

we can only engage in such a way

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

what do you think my name is

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

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

autonomy of learning

bro i read nothing in my life

i want to do that too

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i love it here

ahnaf abrar

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

all that is to say

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

was it worth it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

is this you as well

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

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

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

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

i have read not even 1 book


lol yea

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Picture

is everyoneback on tumblr now

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Worse Lift

thank you

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.