Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
all that is to say
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I am below everything.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
really i want the internet