Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Style

division of reality is straying away from it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

no i haven't really read anything

so the method has to be autonomous

i have read not even 1 book

barren land

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

lol

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

It Will Get Lighter

abrar?

you have a beautiful account btw

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17