But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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 am below everything.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.December 2025
i have read not even 1 book
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
you cannot feed someone truth
you have a beautiful account btw
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models