Rain, starting

i was tempted to lie about my name

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I am below everything.

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

its good short few pages

have you read

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i dont understand magnetisation

13, H, grate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

its performative

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

"Put a blanket."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I Write Goodbye Letter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

division of reality is straying away from it