no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
ahnaf abrar
its good
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Thank you, Jack
sorry i am texting like a slav
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
feel you
Better Lift
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
much more tactility
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.