okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

ahnaf abrar

send link

bro i read nothing in my life

its good

i want to do that too

or never left

that looks like my instagram account

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

no i haven't really read anything

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

sorry i am texting like a slav

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

lol

the site i am dreaming

December 2025

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

yeah

feel you

plato

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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


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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Style