It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

hiding from the rain

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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Style

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.

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

it is hopeful

Picture

Thank you, Jack

is this you as well

much more tactility

as in

we can only engage in such a way

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life