ahnaf abrar

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

not their contents

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

currently

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so at the end

It Will Get Lighter

i really havent

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people