I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

hiding from the rain

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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.

December 2025

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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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and the fake qualifier

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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abrar?

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

was it worth it

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

this will be about a slug

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

ahnaf abrar

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Better Lift

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

currently

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.