I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

ahnaf abrar

yeah

its good

and the fake qualifier

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i really havent

its good

isaac

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i really havent

but really the thing should be autonomous

i understand

feel you

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

Thank you, Jack

kind of mythopoesis

sorry i am texting like a slav

like first name

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

its good short few pages

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

hello reader,

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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