I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
i have read not even 1 book
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
not their contents
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
December 2025
that looks like my instagram account
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
ahnaf abrar
plato
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
send link
fw
so at the end
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
we can only engage in such a way
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
abrar?
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