a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

no longer writing in the third person

It's

dusk

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

hiding from the rain

Picture

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

we can only engage in such a way

you cannot feed someone truth

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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