a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
in a post. I want to be remembered
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
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.
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.
much more tactility
"Put a blanket."
no longer writing in the third person
so at the end
that looks like my instagram account
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
feel you
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
lol yea