a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
really i want the internet
brb i will read and reply sincerely
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i see a website
"Put a blanket."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
no longer writing in the third person
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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 lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
we need to be deconstructing our identities
and the fake qualifier