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

13, H, grate

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

hiding from the rain

brb i will read and reply sincerely

yes

Worse Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i see a website

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.

no longer writing in the third person

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

really i want the internet

FOUNDING DOCUMENT