Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

bro i read nothing in my life

no longer writing in the third person

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Picture

"Put a blanket."

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

idk

so the method has to be autonomous

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

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.

13, H, grate

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good

division of reality is straying away from it

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say