2 (actually index). two is company

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Rain, starting

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.

Better Lift

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Today I felt like starting

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Style

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

bro i read nothing in my life

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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it is hopeful

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