i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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

December 2025

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

no like which do people call me

god being the centre magnet

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

like first name

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

lol

which magnetises chains of pins

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

feel you


and the fake qualifier

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

i want to do that too

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

ahnaf abrar

idk

send your tumblr

like magnets

bro i read nothing in my life

this will be about a slug

is everyoneback on tumblr now

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.