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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

in a post. I want to be remembered

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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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.

Better Lift

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

I am below everything.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

as in