Can I see

as in

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

is this you as well

feel you

ahnaf abrar

plato

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

or never left

no like which do people call me

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

sorry i am texting like a slav

autonomy of learning

you cannot feed someone truth

its good short few pages

whats your name?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

magnetises a pin

is everyoneback on tumblr now

not their contents

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

was it worth it

so an active mazelike process

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away