There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Rain, starting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i really havent

so at the end

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

so the method has to be autonomous

IWGD

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

which magnetises chains of pins

Worse Lift

god being the centre magnet

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i have read not even 1 book

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

i love it here

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

yeah

so an active mazelike process

send your tumblr

no i haven't really read anything

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i understand

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i really havent

in a post. I want to be remembered

ahnaf abrar

and the fake qualifier

and the fake qualifier