what do you think my name is

barren land

bro i read nothing in my life

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

ahnaf abrar

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

December 2025

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

that looks like my instagram account

send your tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

or never left

i really havent

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

yeah

lol yea

plato

have you read

i was tempted to lie about my name

feel you

its good

its good short few pages

i understand

your feed looks like my tumblr

god being the centre magnet

hello reader,

It Will Get Lighter

no i haven't really read anything

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.