amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

so at the end

ahnaf abrar

i have read not even 1 book

is this you as well

It's

dusk

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

what do you think my name is

no longer writing in the third person

lol

in a post. I want to be remembered

abrar?

i really havent

i was tempted to lie about my name

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

it is hopeful

we need to be deconstructing our identities

currently

was it worth it

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

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.

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.