"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ahnaf abrar
what do you think my name is
I am below everything.
i want to do that too
feel you
we can only engage in such a way
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
is this you as well
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i was tempted to lie about my name
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
no longer writing in the third person