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

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

its performative

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i love it here

we can only engage in such a way

much more tactility

Today I felt like starting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

IWGD

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

Rain, starting

its good

13, H, grate

god being the centre magnet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

no longer writing in the third person

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

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

i want to do that too

thank you