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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

lol yea

Picture

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

like first name

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak