Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
"Put a blanket."
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
no longer writing in the third person
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
no like which do people call me
really i want the internet
ahnaf abrar
send link
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
abrar?
was it worth it
December 2025