its good

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

propensity within someone

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

all that is to say

we can only engage in such a way

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

its performative


that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.


There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

Pimlico Rats

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.