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

like first name

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

autonomy of learning

ahnaf abrar

and the fake qualifier

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

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

what do you think my name is

we can only engage in such a way

so the method has to be autonomous

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

feel you

yeah

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
this will be about a slug

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

I Write Goodbye Letter

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

the site i am dreaming

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

i really havent

send link

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!


Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i dont understand magnetisation

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