Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

no like which do people call me

i love it here

all that is to say

feel you

no i haven't really read anything

isaac newton

so an active mazelike process

we need to be deconstructing our identities

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

or never left

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i dont understand magnetisation

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


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

ahnaf abrar

you cannot feed someone truth

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08


Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Better Lift

I am below everything.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now




She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

plato

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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