My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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
i was tempted to lie about my name
ahnaf abrar
abrar?
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
magnetisation/form
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
wait what is that
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
send link
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Better Lift
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Put a blanket."
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox....