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.
i was tempted to lie about my name
ahnaf abrar
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
no like which do people call me
is this you as well
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
division of reality is straying away from it
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
what do you think my name is
what do you mean
i love it here
Thank you, Jack
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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.
not their contents
was it worth it
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.we want to live the knowledge too live the content