I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Picture
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
1
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
somewhere
between instagram and chatgpt
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i
probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable
in a way that was engaging to me
