Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
hiding from the rain
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
your feed looks like my tumblr
you cannot feed someone truth
propensity within someone
autonomy of learning
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything