Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

hiding from the rain

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Lift Analysis

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i really havent

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

so an active mazelike process

lol

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

i have read not even 1 book

feel you