Raza Syed
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Raza Syed
@raza.wtf
Screenwriter in Los Angeles. raza.wtf

Current project: Krapopolis
In a distant future, they hoard light. Nearly all the photons are decayed, spent. They build perfect mirrors to cage what little light is left.
November 11, 2025 at 6:54 PM
“To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates…”
November 5, 2025 at 2:58 AM
I just realized Angela Bower and Tony Micelli were the original Miranda Hobbes and Steve Brady.
October 24, 2025 at 10:47 PM
The most romantic thing a person can do is make time for you.
October 4, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Some days I feel like there’s a smaller me sitting in the cockpit of my cranium, piloting the spaceship of my body through the solar system of my relationships.
September 11, 2025 at 6:15 PM
As much as I enjoy someone matching my freak, I am even more delighted when someone matches my framerate.
August 23, 2025 at 11:21 PM
This new Gap spot is as crisply edited, tightly choreographed and sinuously shot as anything they put out during their 1999-2005 advertising heyday.
Better in Denim.
YouTube video by Gap
youtu.be
August 20, 2025 at 6:43 PM
The fundamental tension that informs Alien: Earth is the collision of two elemental forces: cynicism and Darwinism.
August 20, 2025 at 6:01 AM
My pet theory as to why our current crop of robber barons is categorically less charitable than their counterparts of yore: while the old-timers were just as obsessed with immortality, they harbored no illusions about its practicality—so they poured their largesse into endowments…
August 1, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Me anytime anybody mentions Labubus.
a woman sitting at a table with a sign that says " i don 't understand the question "
ALT: a woman sitting at a table with a sign that says " i don 't understand the question "
media.tenor.com
July 20, 2025 at 7:05 PM
What if Joyce only wrote like that because his autocorrect sucked?
July 15, 2025 at 9:22 PM
We’re gradually outsourcing all our fever dreams to server farms.
July 8, 2025 at 10:24 PM
Anytime I’m in the Pacific Northwest, I’m struck by how girthy the volcanoes are up here. The calderas are so wide. Y’all must get some really chonky plumes.
July 5, 2025 at 7:42 PM
June 25, 2025 at 3:53 PM
Between Carrie’s rodent-infested townhouse and Miranda’s red-headed son working at a restaurant, I feel like And Just Like That is about to bless us with a Ratatouille subplot.
June 21, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Stochastic humanism. Hopeful entropy.
June 15, 2025 at 6:42 PM
Find kindness where you can. Be kindness when you can. That’s the only thesis I have for everything that’s going on.
June 14, 2025 at 9:22 PM
There’s a match cut halfway through Ryan Coogler’s Sinners that merges two wildly disparate impulses of movement into a seamless, visceral motion that made my amygdala glitch with delight. The movie is like that throughout: a giddy amalgam of genres speaking to each other in unexpected ways.
April 19, 2025 at 4:15 AM
What if gamma-ray bursts are just galactic cries for help?
March 29, 2025 at 7:34 PM
My main takeaway when someone sends me a link or a meme:

“I was just thinking of you.”

“This made me think of you.”
March 29, 2025 at 5:38 PM
A not inconsiderable aspect of modern friendship is nudging each other’s algorithms in the right direction.
March 23, 2025 at 5:01 PM
An Android acquaintance is trying to explain the concept of an “Emoji Kitchen” to me, and we’ve determined that it’s vaguely analogous to whatever the hell Genmoji are supposed to be on iOS—only, the latter appear to be an order of magnitude more abominable thanks to the marvels of machine learning.
March 19, 2025 at 1:55 AM
I worry sometimes that there’s a particle horizon for friendships; that as we age, and the time we have left to discover one another diminishes, some parts of ourselves become fundamentally unknowable—perhaps even to ourselves. Human memory is a fever dream, and so is the heat death of the universe.
March 8, 2025 at 7:27 PM
I remember one time in college, some friends and I were, ahem, “rolling,” as it were—and in a pique of serotonergic solipsism, I earnestly inquired: “How do we know that we’re friends?”
March 1, 2025 at 5:00 PM