The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

feel you

i want to do that too

what do you think my name is

Picture

what do you mean

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

hiding from the rain

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

i really havent

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

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

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.