the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

was it worth it

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

what do you mean

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

no longer writing in the third person

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

no i haven't really read anything

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Rain, starting

its good

so at the end

send your tumblr

idk

much more tactility