I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
"Put a blanket."
not their contents
magnetises a pin
god being the centre magnet
isaac
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
your feed looks like my tumblr
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
was it worth it
i have read not even 1 book
i love it here
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
or never left
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
we need to be deconstructing our identities
feel you
so at the end
like first name
what do you think my name is
no like which do people call me
we can only engage in such a way
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
fw
you cannot feed someone truth
thank you
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ahnaf abrar
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?