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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

IWGD

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Lift Analysis

kind of mythopoesis

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.