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.
kind of mythopoesis
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.yes
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Today I felt like starting
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
hiding from the rain
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
brb i will read and reply sincerely
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.god being the centre magnet
isaac
much more tactility