no like which do people call me

...

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

ahnaf abrar

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 Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

or never left

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

this will be about a slug

autonomy of learning


Lift Analysis

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

its good

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


its good

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

i really havent

have you read

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