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.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
and the fake qualifier
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i really havent
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
bro i read nothing in my life
all that is to say
idk
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
that looks like my instagram account
no like which do people call me
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
abrar?
yeah
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
we can only engage in such a way
bro i read nothing in my life
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