a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
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.
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
no longer writing in the third person
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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Put a blanket."
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
so the method has to be autonomous
its performative
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
in a post. I want to be remembered
I am below everything.