i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

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.


Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

have you read

It Will Get Lighter

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

"Put a blanket."

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I Write Goodbye Letter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Worse Lift

i have read not even 1 book

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.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

and the fake qualifier


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

yeah

this will be about a slug

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

in a post. I want to be remembered

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.