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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Picture

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

no longer writing in the third person

yes

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

its good short few pages

god being the centre magnet

i was tempted to lie about my name

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good

lol

whats your name?

no like which do people call me

what do you think my name is

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

or never left