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

plato

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.

Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

and the fake qualifier

it is hopeful

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

yeah

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i have read not even 1 book

no longer writing in the third person

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

yes

sorry i am texting like a slav

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

what do you think my name is

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.