Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no longer writing in the third person

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

what do you think my name is

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetisation/form

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

and the fake qualifier

division of reality is straying away from it

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

all that is to say

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Thank you, Jack

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

whats your name?

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.