Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

IWGD

Today I felt like starting

and the fake qualifier

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

Style

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

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

Better Lift

it is hopeful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person

Picture

currently

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

hiding from the rain

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Better Lift