Halloween
There was a plastic skeleton in a shop window this morning wearing a scarf. A pink scarf. I stopped to photograph it. Obviously. Halloween has never been one of my...
Personal Diary
ECLIXAR
digital diary
Journal.
fragments of quiet intelligence
There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
Every article is a scene. Every word, a frame of something that would not have remained, had it not
been writtenFrom the archive.
Personal Diary
Winter Time
We got an extra hour of sleep last night. I used it. All of it. I have absolutely no regrets. The clocks went back during the night, and I woke...
Personal Diary
Candles
I bought six candles today. Six. I went out for bread. This is not an unusual development in my life, but Yuri has suggested that I should perhaps stop describing...
Personal Diary
Days Getting Shorter
It was almost dark when I left work. I know this happens every year. I know the Earth is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do. I still find it...
Music & Life
Headphones
My headphones broke this morning. Not completely. Only one side stopped working, which is somehow more irritating than having no sound at all. I spent several minutes checking the cable,...
Music & Sound
Country Reset
I put on Emmylou Harris before breakfast and immediately felt better. Not that I was particularly miserable. Just tired, slightly disorganised and not entirely prepared for the idea that Monday...
Personal Diary
Recovery
I have done almost nothing today. Beautiful. I woke up late, looked at the clock, looked at Yuri and announced that I was not getting out of bed yet. He...
Music & Amsterdam
Amsterdam After Midnight
Technically, I should be writing about last night. Or this morning. The distinction becomes difficult when you get home after midnight, sleep until an unreasonable hour and then go out...
Music & Amsterdam
Friday
I almost fell asleep on the tram. I wasn’t even sitting down. This is the level of intelligence we’re working with after two ADE evenings and a full working week....
Music & Amsterdam
Music Everywhere
I heard somebody say “soundcheck” three times before lunch today. Different people. Different places. It has become that kind of week. Amsterdam feels temporarily occupied by people who think about...
Music & Amsterdam
ADE
My feet hurt. Already. It’s the first day. This is promising. Amsterdam Dance Event started today, and by the time I left work the centre felt different. More people, more...
Music & Sound
Hardcore
I found an old photograph today. Me, much younger, black trousers, boots, hair that had clearly survived several hours in a club. I am smiling directly at the camera with...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.