Worse Lift

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.

currently

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Today I felt like starting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

really i want the internet

hiding from the rain

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me