"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

13, H, grate

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

but i respect your search

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

It Will Get Lighter