I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
or never left
autonomy of learning
no like which do people call me
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i want to do that too
i love it here
i was tempted to lie about my name
feel you
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
which magnetises chains of pins
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
ion
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
division of reality is straying away from it
i really havent
its good
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.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15