Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

whats your name?

i really havent

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

like magnets

your feed looks like my tumblr

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

...

plato

yeah

which magnetises chains of pins

abrar?

like first name

i want to do that too

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

wait what is that

plato

Style

that looks like my instagram account

hiding from the rain

December 2025

not their contents

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

kind of mythopoesis

what do you think my name is

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i dont understand magnetisation

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?

thank you

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

lol yea