Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Rain, starting

i want to do that too

magnetises a pin

what do you think my name is

abrar?

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

feel you

like first name

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

plato

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

no like which do people call me

ahnaf abrar


thank you

1

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

god being the centre magnet

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.




a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

i understand

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

hiding from the rain

which magnetises chains of pins

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.