I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

what do you think my name is

feel you

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i see a website

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

what do you mean

its performative

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good

that looks like my instagram account

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

but i respect your search

whats your name?

ahnaf abrar

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

no like which do people call me