Can I see

Today I felt like starting

it is hopeful


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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

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

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

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

currently

i love it here

we need to be deconstructing our identities

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

no like which do people call me

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

not their contents

i really havent

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.