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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

so the method has to be autonomous

its performative

magnetisation/form

so at the end

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

propensity within someone

autonomy of learning

like magnets

whats your name?

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

division of reality is straying away from it

in a post. I want to be remembered

what do you mean

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

sorry i am texting like a slav

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i dont understand magnetisation

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

its good short few pages

its good

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.

hiding from the rain

it is hopeful

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."