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ahnaf abrar

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

no like which do people call me

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

abrar?

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

bro i read nothing in my life

so an active mazelike process

feel you

what do you think my name is

so at the end

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

its good

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

"Put a blanket."

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i dont understand magnetisation

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

what do you mean

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak