There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

bro i read nothing in my life

god being the centre magnet

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

is everyoneback on tumblr now

barren land

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

its performative

as in

isaac

yeah

i really havent

was it worth it

or never left

division of reality is straying away from it

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

is this you as well

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i understand

idk

thank you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

send your tumblr

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

plato

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

that looks like my instagram account

autonomy of learning

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

i really havent

i love it here