IWGD

Style

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered



Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


It Will Get Lighter

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

propensity within someone

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

Can I see


I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

bro i read nothing in my life

all that is to say