we need to be deconstructing our identities

I am below everything.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

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.

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.

its performative

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

abrar?

its good

Better Lift

December 2025

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

and the fake qualifier

magnetises a pin

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

wait what is that