ahnaf abrar

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

no longer writing in the third person

much more tactility

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I am below everything.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

its performative

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

as in

hiding from the rain

...

i really havent

Rain, starting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i was tempted to lie about my name

bro i read nothing in my life

abrar?

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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