no i haven't really read anything

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

its performative

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

it is hopeful

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

IWGD

currently

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

really i want the internet

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.

magnetisation/form

no longer writing in the third person

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

Picture

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Better Lift

I am below everything.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

"Put a blanket."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

ahnaf abrar

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.