I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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i see a website

Worse Lift

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

really i want the internet

it is hopeful

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: