They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

in a post. I want to be remembered

all that is to say

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

much more tactility

abrar?

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so an active mazelike process

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

what do you think my name is

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

ahnaf abrar

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

its performative

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