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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Picture

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

no longer writing in the third person

December 2025

hello reader,

hiding from the rain

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

currently

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.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.