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

ahnaf abrar

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

...

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

like first name


i really havent

It Will Get Lighter


in a post. I want to be remembered

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.


and the fake qualifier

yeah

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

god being the centre magnet

we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol yea

so the method has to be autonomous

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"Put a blanket."

thank you

Thank you, Jack

brb i will read and reply sincerely

autonomy of learning

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

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.


The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it