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

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

IWGD

Can I see

currently

Style


Today I felt like starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

its performative

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter

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

Better Lift

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

as in

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so the method has to be autonomous