so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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