no like which do people call me
like first name
abrar?
send your tumblr
yeah
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf abrar
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
bro i read nothing in my life
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
ion
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
i really havent
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting