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

in a post. I want to be remembered


13, H, grate

i see a website


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

whats your name?

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

currently

ahnaf abrar

i really havent

was it worth it

its good

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

plato

all that is to say


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


I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.