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

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it is hopeful

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

hiding from the rain

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

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 only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

plato

13, H, grate

no longer writing in the third person

have you read

is this you as well

i dont understand magnetisation

i was tempted to lie about my name

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

feel you

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

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

yeah

whats your name?

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49