idk

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

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

but i respect your search

you have a beautiful account btw

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


yes

so an active mazelike process

i want to do that too

Thank you, Jack

not their contents

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i love it here

its good

your feed looks like my tumblr

barren land

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time


or never left

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

...

like magnets

I Write Goodbye Letter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you