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.

hiding from the rain

you cannot feed someone truth

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

really i want the internet

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

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

no like which do people call me

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

ahnaf abrar

feel you

its good

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.

i really havent

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

god being the centre magnet

is this you as well

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

abrar?

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

you have a beautiful account btw

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me