Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.


somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Rain, starting

I am below everything.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

what do you think my name is

bro i read nothing in my life

is this you as well

yeah

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so at the end

abrar?

plato

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

i want to do that too

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.