Questions Without Answers
june ends with more information than it began with and somehow approximately the same number of questions # Last day of June. I have questions without answers and, for once,...
Questions & Musings
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.
Music & Sound
Country, Balconies and Warm Air
summer evenings make even a milan balcony feel briefly like somewhere you deliberately travelled to # Country music on the balcony tonight, low enough not to make the neighbours organize...
Music & Sound
American Saturday Night
brad paisley has apparently found a permanent parking space between hardcore and house on my computer # American Saturday night, Milan edition, which means absolutely none of the geographic requirements...
Networks & Codes
Last Night the Internet Seemed to Lose Its Mind
millions of people receiving the same news at once turns the network into something almost physical # Last night the internet seemed to lose its mind. Not metaphorically in the...
Music & Sound
Michael Jackson
there are names so large in popular culture that hearing the past tense applied to them feels grammatically wrong # Michael Jackson died today. I wrote that sentence and stared...
Beauty & Art
London, the Photographs
the trip lasted days, the editing apparently intends to last until christmas # London photographs, finally in some kind of order. «Some kind» is doing heroic work in that sentence....
Memory & Time
Discoveries You Shouldn’t Make
there are things you find by accident and immediately wish you had remained five minutes younger # I found something today I was not looking for: an old folder of...
Questions & Musings
Uncertainties and Certainties
certainty is comforting until it concerns something you desperately wish were uncertain # I have been thinking about certainty because Hikari’s move has slowly changed categories. In March I had...
Laws & Universe
Solstice
the longest day of the year, which sounds generous until you remember all days contain the same twenty four hours # Summer solstice. The northern half of the planet tipped...
Journey & Time
Hikari Sells the Last Things
objects become unbearably personal the second somebody decides which ones are worth carrying across the world # Hikari sold more things today. «The last things» is what she called them,...
Body & Energy
Strange Things and Dead Hands
the human body is an excellent machine except when you sleep on one arm and temporarily lose ownership of it # I woke with a dead hand this morning. Completely...
Journey & Time
London
grey sky, red buses, sore feet, too many photographs and a city that refuses to fit inside one idea # London. I am exhausted enough that this post may deteriorate...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.