but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
really i want the internet
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
but i respect your search
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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
December 2025
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
brb i will read and reply sincerely
no longer writing in the third person
hiding from the rain
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
bro i read nothing in my life
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Better Lift