Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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

hiding from the rain

Picture

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

so at the end

i love it here

Today I felt like starting

isaac newton

i want to do that too

we need to be deconstructing our identities

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

no like which do people call me

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so an active mazelike process

yeah

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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