It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

your feed looks like my tumblr

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

no like which do people call me

i want to do that too

brb i will read and reply sincerely

ahnaf abrar

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

you have a beautiful account btw

Lift Analysis

lol yea

Today I felt like starting

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

is everyoneback on tumblr now

is this you as well

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away