in a post. I want to be remembered

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

yes

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

you cannot feed someone truth

It Will Get Lighter

magnetisation/form

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.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

bro i read nothing in my life

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i understand

was it worth it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

feel you

and the fake qualifier

December 2025

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

was it worth it

like magnets

i love it here

its good short few pages

plato

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.