We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Thank you, Jack
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
feel you
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no like which do people call me
your feed looks like my tumblr
no longer writing in the third person
that looks like my instagram account
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
kind of mythopoesis
lol yea
December 2025
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
abrar?
we can only engage in such a way
i have read not even 1 book
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
bro i read nothing in my life
bro i read nothing in my life