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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

currently

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.

Better Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

13, H, grate

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

IWGD

Style

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

Rain, starting