It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
lol
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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
you cannot feed someone truth
abrar?
god being the centre magnet
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
as in
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
Can I see
i was tempted to lie about my name
is this you as well
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
isaac
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i love it here
was it worth it
what do you think my name is
and the fake qualifier
propensity within someone
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.
not their contents
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i really havent
its performative
like first name