One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

hiding from the rain

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

It Will Get Lighter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

magnetisation/form

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

...

like magnets

send link

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i understand

i see a website

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

wait what is that

i love it here

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Picture

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

or never left