and the fake qualifier

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

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.

it is hopeful

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Thank you, Jack

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

lol yea

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

thank you