somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
hiding from the rain
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.isaac newton
"Put a blanket."
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
that looks like my instagram account
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
so an active mazelike process
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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.