to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Better Lift
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
but really the thing should be autonomous
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
kind of mythopoesis
hello reader,