to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
IWGD
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
with this
post net
clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
1
part of an old note. It will get lighter.
Lift Analysis
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen.
I go inside.
I Write Goodbye Letter
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Rain, starting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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 lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording
of his website, something that could be found within it
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.
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.
