Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Picture

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.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thank you, Jack

it is hopeful

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

no longer writing in the third person

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

autonomy of learning

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i love it here

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

what do you mean

propensity within someone

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08