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

what do you think my name is

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

its performative

you have a beautiful account btw

so the method has to be autonomous

Style

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

but i respect your search

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

hiding from the rain

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

so an active mazelike process

Better Lift

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

the site i am dreaming