ahnaf abrar

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

plato

its performative

autonomy of learning


lol yea

idk

its good

abrar?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not their contents