i was tempted to lie about my name

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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

It Will Get Lighter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so the method has to be autonomous

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

kind of mythopoesis

you cannot feed someone truth

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

send your tumblr

is everyoneback on tumblr now

in a post. I want to be remembered