its good short few pages
no longer writing in the third person
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Thank you, Jack
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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
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i see a website
currently