I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
magnetisation/form
propensity within someone
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.no longer writing in the third person
autonomy of learning
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you