yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
feel you
the site i am dreaming
isaac newton
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
what do you think my name is
December 2025
hello reader,
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
brb i will read and reply sincerely
no longer writing in the third person
not so on: yvf(wthw)
but i respect your search
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Better Lift
yeah
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.