Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

or never left

isaac

magnetises a pin

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

the site i am dreaming

wait what is that

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

ahnaf abrar

i really havent

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

December 2025

i was tempted to lie about my name

was it worth it

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good

whats your name?

bro i read nothing in my life

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Pimlico Rats

barren land

...

i dont understand magnetisation

that looks like my instagram account

this will be about a slug

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

hello reader,

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

1

. way too specific.

like magnets

It Will Get Lighter