I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

2 (actually index). two is company

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

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Slug

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

so an active mazelike process

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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.

December 2025

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

hello reader,

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

all that is to say

its performative

this will be about a slug

you cannot feed someone truth