Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
no longer writing in the third person
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
so at the end
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i want to do that too
abrar?
was it worth it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.