what do you think my name is
...
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i really havent
abrar?
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
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
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
December 2025
like first name
ahnaf abrar
feel you
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
your feed looks like my tumblr
yeah
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.lol yea
lol
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.