in a post. I want to be remembered

and the fake qualifier

sorry i am texting like a slav

is everyoneback on tumblr now

what do you think my name is

its good

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you mean

plato

ahnaf abrar

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Lift Analysis

that looks like my instagram account

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

or never left

13, H, grate

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

abrar?

yeah

Worse Lift

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.