"Put a blanket."

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i see a website

and the fake qualifier

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

ahnaf abrar

isaac newton

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

like magnets

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i want to do that too

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

no like which do people call me

abrar?

i was tempted to lie about my name

no longer writing in the third person