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

I Write Goodbye Letter

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i really havent

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

god being the centre magnet

send link

sorry i am texting like a slav

lol

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

its good short few pages

send your tumblr

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life

barren land

lol yea

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i understand

your feed looks like my tumblr

feel you

plato

what do you think my name is

no longer writing in the third person

Today I felt like starting


no like which do people call me

its good


what do you mean

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

isaac

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.