barren land
like first name
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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good
we need to be deconstructing our identities
abrar?
god being the centre magnet
bro i read nothing in my life
no like which do people call me
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
have you read
we can only engage in such a way
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
its good short few pages
ion
hiding from the rain
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i really havent