Better Lift
no like which do people call me
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
ahnaf abrar
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
idk
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
so an active mazelike process
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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
really i want the internet
barren land
i really havent
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
in a post. I want to be remembered
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
your feed looks like my tumblr
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content