Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter


Style

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59



Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so at the end

lol

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

i want to do that too

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

what do you mean