I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
December 2025
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
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
yeah
i want to do that too
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
ahnaf abrar
wait what is that
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
sorry i am texting like a slav
i really havent
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models