Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

no longer writing in the third person

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Picture

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.

Better Lift

we need to be deconstructing our identities

feel you

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf abrar

yeah

no i haven't really read anything

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

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

It Will Get Lighter

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

fw

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

what do you mean

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

is this you as well