hiding from the rain

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter


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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

i was tempted to lie about my name

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

so at the end

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

yeah

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

magnetisation/form

much more tactility

i really havent

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Better Lift

what do you mean

not their contents

plato

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

division of reality is straying away from it

Thank you, Jack

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i understand