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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
so at the end
in a post. I want to be remembered
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
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls