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

Today I felt like starting

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

no longer writing in the third person

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ahnaf abrar

magnetises a pin

have you read

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

which magnetises chains of pins

wait what is that

feel you

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

like magnets

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

hiding from the rain

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

that looks like my instagram account

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

so at the end

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

kind of mythopoesis

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