a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

"Put a blanket."

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

yeah

much more tactility

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

...

so the method has to be autonomous

feel you

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

the site i am dreaming

really i want the internet

what do you mean

December 2025


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

but i respect your search

magnetisation/form