so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

i understand

is this you as well

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

magnetises a pin

like magnets

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

which magnetises chains of pins

yeah

and the fake qualifier

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

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

like first name

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

send link

barren land

its good

ahnaf abrar

that looks like my instagram account

December 2025

...

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol yea

i dont understand magnetisation

no i haven't really read anything

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

It Will Get Lighter

no like which do people call me

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

sorry i am texting like a slav

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.