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

and the fake qualifier

thank you

ahnaf abrar

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i love it here

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

1

yeah

hiding from the rain

yeah

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

its good short few pages

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

autonomy of learning

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

barren land

is this you as well

no i haven't really read anything

send your tumblr

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

was it worth it

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

the site i am dreaming

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

division of reality is straying away from it