Slug

so the method has to be autonomous

all that is to say

...

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Today I felt like starting

but i respect your search

so at the end

yes

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."

was it worth it

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i love it here


not so on: yvf(wthw)

IWGD

magnetisation/form

its performative

currently

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

god being the centre magnet

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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