currently

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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 Write Goodbye Letter

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

Lift Analysis

IWGD

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part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Style

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

But seriously, thank you, Jack

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

wait what is that

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging