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

barren land

division of reality is straying away from it

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

hiding from the rain

magnetisation/form

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

its performative

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

not their contents

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

13, H, grate

It's

dusk

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

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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propensity within someone

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

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