Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

no longer writing in the third person

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

really i want the internet

but really the thing should be autonomous

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i really havent