But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thank you, Jack
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
much more tactility
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
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
autonomy of learning
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i want to do that too
feel you
what do you think my name is
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
like first name
ahnaf abrar
bro i read nothing in my life
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
bro i read nothing in my life
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
...
yeah
i understand
whats your name?
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now