like magnets

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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 understand

lol yea

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

autonomy of learning

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

brb i will read and reply sincerely

propensity within someone

as in

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

ion

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

"Put a blanket."

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

much more tactility

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

no like which do people call me

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

god being the centre magnet

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt