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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

as in

yeah

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

autonomy of learning

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so the method has to be autonomous

i understand

i love it here

but really the thing should be autonomous

division of reality is straying away from it

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."