One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I am below everything.
yeah
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
plato
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
idk
and the fake qualifier
like first name
lol yea
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
yeah
is this you as well
so the method has to be autonomous
its good