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.

really i want the internet

13, H, grate

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

Lift Analysis

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i see a website


"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

Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged