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
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant
articulate
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Rain, starting
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story
a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling
something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever
but the thinking is useful