She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

It Will Get Lighter

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

really i want the internet

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i really havent


in a post. I want to be remembered

the site i am dreaming

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

and the fake qualifier

2 (actually index). two is company

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

i love it here