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 really havent

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

yes

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.

It Will Get Lighter

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i see a website

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

but really the thing should be autonomous

in a post. I want to be remembered

is everyoneback on tumblr now

sorry i am texting like a slav

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

have you read

send your tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

ion

isaac newton

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

or never left

what do you mean

yeah

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

kind of mythopoesis

plato