Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.
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 is hopeful
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Better Lift
hiding from the rain
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Lift Analysis
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
really i want the internet
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
currently
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.