Rain, starting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

1

send your tumblr

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

no like which do people call me

ahnaf abrar

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

plato

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

fw

feel you