IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Put a blanket."

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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.

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

really i want the internet

no longer writing in the third person

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

was it worth it

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

...

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

its performative

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine