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.

lol

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

idk

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

is everyoneback on tumblr now

fw

feel you

no like which do people call me

ahnaf abrar

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

It Will Get Lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

its good short few pages

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

isaac newton

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

thank you

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The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

all that is to say