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.

hiding from the rain

Thank you, Jack

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

currently

Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter

we can only engage in such a way

13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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1

Today I felt like starting

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

2 (actually index). two is company

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

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!