After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

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.

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

in a post. I want to be remembered

have you read

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

lol

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

bro i read nothing in my life

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

as in

so an active mazelike process

i really havent

i love it here

feel you

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

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your feed looks like my tumblr

god being the centre magnet

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.

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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 Write Goodbye Letter