Today I felt like starting

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your feed looks like my tumblr

all that is to say

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

whats your name?

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

was it worth it

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Can I see

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

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

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

its good

like first name

thank you

what do you mean

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

have you read

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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isaac newton

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl