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.

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

we can only engage in such a way

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

division of reality is straying away from 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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter

its performative

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

in a post. I want to be remembered

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

kind of mythopoesis

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46