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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

lol

abrar?

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

like first name

so at the end

i was tempted to lie about my name