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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Today I felt like starting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Thank you, Jack