that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
which magnetises chains of pins
yeah
December 2025
i was tempted to lie about my name
or never left
abrar?
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no i haven't really read anything
like first name
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Thank you, Jack
its good short few pages
autonomy of learning
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
all that is to say
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
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.
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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 got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos