no like which do people call me

it is hopeful

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

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.

isaac

is this you as well

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

It's

dusk

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

all that is to say

IWGD

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i understand

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

lol

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

Better Lift

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so an active mazelike process

we need to be deconstructing our identities

feel you

much more tactility

or never left

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged