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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I am below everything.

Rain, starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

its performative

much more tactility

no longer writing in the third person

thank you

It Will Get Lighter

i dont understand magnetisation

what do you mean

god being the centre magnet

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

isaac


is this you as well

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

ahnaf abrar

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

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its good short few pages

i was tempted to lie about my name

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

not their contents