but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

is this you as well

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

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

its performative

so the method has to be autonomous

feel you

i really havent

we can only engage in such a way

no like which do people call me

i love it here

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

It's

dusk

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

much more tactility

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf abrar

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

plato

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf