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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
sorry i am texting like a slav
whats your name?
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
no i haven't really read anything
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
god being the centre magnet
i love it here
ahnaf abrar
i really havent
abrar?
like first name
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.is this you as well
i was tempted to lie about my name
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
and the fake qualifier
we can only engage in such a way
like magnets
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
we need to be deconstructing our identities
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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