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 08:27:13

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Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet


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.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Can I see

not their contents

Thank you, Jack

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

you have a beautiful account btw

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

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

all that is to say

no longer writing in the third person

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i see a website

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

yes

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you cannot feed someone truth

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