It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


Rain, starting

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

was it worth it

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

what do you think my name is

feel you

ion

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

or never left

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good short few pages

whats your name?

bro i read nothing in my life

sorry i am texting like a slav

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i was tempted to lie about my name

i really havent

no like which do people call me

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

bro i read nothing in my life


i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

ahnaf abrar

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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 sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class