a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
in a post. I want to be remembered
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
and the fake qualifier
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
is this you as well
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
have you read
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.