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

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

was it worth it

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

its good short few pages

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

lol

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

barren land

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so at the end

Worse Lift

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

its good

Rain, starting

and the fake qualifier

we can only engage in such a way

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

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

Better Lift

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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 was tempted to lie about my name

but i respect your search