it is hopeful
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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
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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-"
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
currently
brb i will read and reply sincerely
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me