"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
"Put a blanket."
Today I felt like starting
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
no longer writing in the third person
but really the thing should be autonomous
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
not their contents
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
so the method has to be autonomous
is this you as well
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything