Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Better Lift

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

yes

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

have you read

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

what do you mean

its good short few pages

currently

isaac

its performative

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

ahnaf abrar

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

yeah

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