Pimlico Rats

Lift Analysis

its performative

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

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

i really havent

ahnaf abrar

no like which do people call me

abrar?

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.


somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

i was tempted to lie about my name

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

like first name

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

yes

and the fake qualifier

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

kind of mythopoesis

wait what is that