i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

not their contents

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

in a post. I want to be remembered

was it worth it

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

wait what is that

propensity within someone

Picture

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.

as in

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

or never left

we can only engage in such a way

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

lol yea

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

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

its performative

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

its good short few pages