Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

your feed looks like my tumblr

no like which do people call me

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

bro i read nothing in my life

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

abrar?

feel you

ahnaf abrar

what do you think my name is

yeah

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

magnetisation/form

lol yea

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

yes

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you cannot feed someone truth

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

fw

kind of mythopoesis

so the method has to be autonomous

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Style

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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

Worse Lift

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

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.