currently


no i haven't really read anything

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

Picture

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

hiding from the rain


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

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.