what do you think my name is

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

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

plato

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

its good

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.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

no i haven't really read anything

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

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

was it worth it

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

...

currently

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

all that is to say

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Today I felt like starting