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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
so the method has to be autonomous
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
"Put a blanket."
feel you
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i was tempted to lie about my name
and the fake qualifier
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
bro i read nothing in my life
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
I am below everything.
what do you mean
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf abrar
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything