Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i was tempted to lie about my name
send your tumblr
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 have read not even 1 book
or never left
its good short few pages
lol
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
autonomy of learning
propensity within someone
its good
plato
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
ion
and the fake qualifier
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
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