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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
you have a beautiful account btw
Better Lift
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
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
as in
i see a website
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
brb i will read and reply sincerely
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
but i respect your search
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
kind of mythopoesis
its performative
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
"Put a blanket."
Lift Analysis
but really the thing should be autonomous
i was tempted to lie about my name
autonomy of learning