We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
the site i am dreaming
which magnetises chains of pins
i was tempted to lie about my name
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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December 2025
idk
no like which do people call me
sorry i am texting like a slav
god being the centre magnet
that looks like my instagram account
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
fw
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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
bro i read nothing in my life
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.
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.