There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

your feed looks like my tumblr

like first name

i really havent

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

yeah

Slug

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

wait what is that

is everyoneback on tumblr now

and the fake qualifier

thank you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i was tempted to lie about my name

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

its good short few pages

it is hopeful

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

isaac

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.