I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

i love it here

yeah

ahnaf abrar

i want to do that too

plato

so an active mazelike process

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

what do you think my name is

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

yeah

idk

your feed looks like my tumblr

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

send your tumblr

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Better Lift

Can I see

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.

all that is to say