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December 2025

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

we need to be deconstructing our identities

barren land

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

feel you

which magnetises chains of pins

ahnaf abrar

no i haven't really read anything

what do you think my name is

its good

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

no like which do people call me

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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.

Lift Analysis

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i see a website

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

kind of mythopoesis

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

not so on: yvf(wthw)