They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
no longer writing in the third person
Can I see
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
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Today I felt like starting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
yes
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i really havent
Thank you, Jack
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17