really i want the internet
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
hiding from the rain
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
in a post. I want to be remembered
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