nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
or never left
have you read
barren land
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
we need to be deconstructing our identities
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
ion
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
abrar?
i was tempted to lie about my name
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
it is hopeful
its good