was it worth it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

its good short few pages

and the fake qualifier

autonomy of learning

which magnetises chains of pins

i love it here

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

i understand

you cannot feed someone truth

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

god being the centre magnet

"Put a blanket."

its performative

all that is to say

ahnaf abrar

like magnets

like first name

Style

hiding from the rain

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

isaac

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.

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i really havent

whats your name?