kind of mythopoesis

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Picture

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i really havent

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.

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Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

But seriously, thank you, Jack