Picture

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

"Put a blanket."

ahnaf abrar

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no like which do people call me

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

abrar?

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

like first name

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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isaac newton

in a post. I want to be remembered

feel you

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ion

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i dont understand magnetisation

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

its good

plato

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

have you read

yes