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'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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

wait what is that

but i respect your search

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

sorry i am texting like a slav

or never left

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

isaac

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

like magnets

isaac newton

so the method has to be autonomous

it is hopeful

send link

no i haven't really read anything

its good

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content