Hikari Sells the Furniture
a room changes before a person leaves it, apparently this is one of the cruel little administrative facts nobody mentions # Hikari sold the furniture. Not all of it in...
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...
a room changes before a person leaves it, apparently this is one of the cruel little administrative facts nobody mentions # Hikari sold the furniture. Not all of it in...
sometimes the entire difference between a terrible afternoon and a good one is somebody saying exactly the wrong thing at exactly the right moment # Things that make me laugh:...
to do, not to do, buy, don’t buy, say it, don’t say it, apparently hamlet merely needed a better decision tree # I have Hamletian doubts about approximately everything today,...
hot air, dark sky, electricity, ten minutes of apocalypse and then somebody downstairs starts moving chairs again # Summer thunderstorms are theatrical. Winter rain has endurance. Summer storms have ego....
john denver should not be allowed near google maps when your best friend is moving ten thousand kilometres away # Country roads and Japanese maps. This is apparently what my...
fear becomes much less cinematic when it looks like a date on a calendar rather than a monster under the bed # Things that scare me: losing people, obviously, although...
twenty five sounds adult until you spend ten minutes looking for sunglasses that are already on your head # So. Twenty five. I have tested it for almost a full...
love would be easier to discuss if humans hadn’t spent several thousand years making it responsible for absolutely everything # I have been thinking about love today, partly because of...
seven years together and apparently my role in the kitchen remains quality control with occasional unsolicited commentary # Yuri cooked tonight, which sounds simple until you understand that Yuri cooking...
america has the holiday, milan has the saturday, brad paisley is apparently responsible for the rest # Fourth of July, which is not my holiday, obviously, but the Americans have...
apparently disagreeing with somebody on the internet now requires twelve witnesses, three screenshots and a constitutional convention # I said I would eventually write part two, so here it is,...
today nothing happened and I would like to formally defend nothing’s right to exist # Nothing happened today. There, a complete blog post, goodnight. Except apparently I am incapable of...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.