was it worth it

Picture

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


IWGD


"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Today I felt like starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

no longer writing in the third person

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever


in a post. I want to be remembered


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet


not their contents

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos