Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
so the method has to be autonomous
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Today I felt like starting
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
i love it here
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
was it worth it
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.
"Put a blanket."