a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
as in
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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magnetises a pin
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
is everyoneback on tumblr now
we need to be deconstructing our identities
lol
send your tumblr
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
like magnets
idk
feel you
A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
barren land
ahnaf abrar
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books