ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i want to do that too
i really havent
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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no i haven't really read anything
ahnaf abrar
like magnets
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
yeah
abrar?
the site i am dreaming
like first name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
or never left
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
fw
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sorry i am texting like a slav
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.
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people