feel you

13, H, grate

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

Rain, starting

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

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.

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 am below everything.

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

"Put a blanket."

it is hopeful

like magnets

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

like first name

what do you think my name is

so at the end

hiding from the rain