Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Rain, starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

division of reality is straying away from it

13, H, grate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

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

all that is to say

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

we can only engage in such a way

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

so an active mazelike process

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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

really i want the internet

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them