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.


It Will Get Lighter

currently

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

no longer writing in the third person

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.


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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Picture

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Style


They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.


Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15