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

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

plato

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i want to do that too

abrar?

no like which do people call me

much more tactility

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

was it worth it

we need to be deconstructing our identities

all that is to say

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

like first name

ahnaf abrar

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i dont understand magnetisation

send link

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!