i was tempted to lie about my name

all that is to say

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i really havent

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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

it is hopeful

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

division of reality is straying away from it

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

i love it here

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you mean

like first name

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

no like which do people call me

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

its good

Rain, starting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

its good

have you read

what do you think my name is