13, H, grate

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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feel you

abrar?

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

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

and the fake qualifier

that looks like my instagram account

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i love it here

or never left

what do you mean

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i really havent

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

ahnaf abrar

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting