"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

Rain, starting

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

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

no i haven't really read anything

Thank you, Jack

Slug

i have read not even 1 book

I Write Goodbye Letter

isaac newton

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

hiding from the rain

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.

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

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

December 2025

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

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