a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

kind of mythopoesis

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

division of reality is straying away from it

"Put a blanket."

so at the end

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

so the method has to be autonomous

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so an active mazelike process

IWGD

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

send your tumblr

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

yes

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