Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

13, H, grate

Thank you, Jack

much more tactility

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

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

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.

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

feel you

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

Worse Lift

It's

dusk

not their contents

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

and the fake qualifier

send link

the site i am dreaming

Can I see

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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