yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

plato

god being the centre magnet

magnetises a pin

barren land

all that is to say

in a post. I want to be remembered

i have read not even 1 book

isaac

Lift Analysis

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

...

i really havent

you have a beautiful account btw

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

it is hopeful

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse


send link

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

wait what is that

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then