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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

ahnaf abrar

and the fake qualifier

no like which do people call me

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

like magnets

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

like first name

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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

plato

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books