Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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


And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

I Write Goodbye Letter

It Will Get Lighter