After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now


Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

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

Thank you, Jack

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

feel you

have you read

Picture

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

magnetises a pin

ahnaf abrar

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Slug

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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


its good

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

yes

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?