Today I felt like starting

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

IWGD

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

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


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

idk

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

is everyoneback on tumblr now

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

or never left

i love it here

really i want the internet

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

what do you think my name is

bro i read nothing in my life

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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