Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

so at the end

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.


no longer writing in the third person

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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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

It Will Get Lighter

we can only engage in such a way

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

what do you mean

all that is to say

it is hopeful

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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