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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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter

currently



Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


Better Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

hiding from the rain



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.


really i want the internet

not their contents

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

isaac

lol