We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good

i have read not even 1 book

ahnaf abrar

no like which do people call me

barren land

what do you think my name is

is everyoneback on tumblr now

like first name

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you mean

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

whats your name?

and the fake qualifier

Slug

lol yea

no i haven't really read anything

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i was tempted to lie about my name

its performative

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

really i want the internet

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then