Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
ion
like magnets
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i love it here
isaac newton
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
whats your name?
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
feel you
December 2025
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like first name
ahnaf abrar
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
fw
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
the site i am dreaming
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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
autonomy of learning