I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

13, H, grate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

yeah

is this you as well

abrar?

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

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

what do you think my name is

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

barren land

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

ahnaf abrar

as in

so an active mazelike process

was it worth it

your feed looks like my tumblr

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Rain, starting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

not their contents

idk

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

It Will Get Lighter