I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

yes

so at the end

its performative

I am below everything.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting

as in