i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
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
December 2025
and the fake qualifier
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
what do you think my name is
abrar?
Thank you, Jack
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf abrar
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
its performative
is this you as well
lol
Better Lift
i have read not even 1 book
we need to be deconstructing our identities
but i respect your search
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos