As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

that looks like my instagram account

which magnetises chains of pins

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

ahnaf abrar

i was tempted to lie about my name

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack

and the fake qualifier

...

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

send your tumblr

Rain, starting

division of reality is straying away from it

Pimlico Rats

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

its good short few pages

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

really i want the internet

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

13, H, grate


Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

your feed looks like my tumblr