Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
no i haven't really read anything
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
no like which do people call me
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
like first name
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
your feed looks like my tumblr
abrar?
like magnets
yeah
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
which magnetises chains of pins
its good short few pages
god being the centre magnet
Thank you, Jack
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
isaac
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i understand
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf abrar
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.