ion

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

IWGD

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.

Today I felt like starting

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.

like magnets

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

all that is to say

isaac

not their contents

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

whats your name?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

have you read

its good

its performative

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

ahnaf abrar

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

its good