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

thank you

its good

its good

ion

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

hiding from the rain

what do you mean

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

plato

bro i read nothing in my life

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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i dont understand magnetisation

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

like first name

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

you cannot feed someone truth

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.