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.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it


13 | | | H | | | . . . . | . . . . | . . . . | . . . . | |

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

idk

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything


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

division of reality is straying away from it

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

Style

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

so an active mazelike process

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.

no longer writing in the third person

much more tactility


its performative

It Will Get Lighter

Today I felt like starting

Rain, starting