i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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 am below everything.

autonomy of learning

its performative

we can only engage in such a way

It Will Get Lighter

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

"Put a blanket."