we can only engage in such a way

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

Worse Lift

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you think my name is

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

lol yea

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its good

Better Lift

bro i read nothing in my life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i have read not even 1 book

...

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

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

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

your feed looks like my tumblr

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

hello reader,

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.