Strange Periods
life can be completely normal and permanently altered at exactly the same time # This is a strange period because almost nothing has changed externally. I wake in the same...
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...
life can be completely normal and permanently altered at exactly the same time # This is a strange period because almost nothing has changed externally. I wake in the same...
four months is a long time unless somebody tells you exactly what happens when they end # Four months. Approximately. I am not counting, remember. Four months can contain enormous...
five months ago september was just the month after august, which seems almost offensively innocent now # September has become a character. I hate that. It appears in ordinary conversations...
the strange luxury of a weekday morning with no alarm and nowhere immediately demanding your face # Day off. Actual day off. May first arrived and for once the alarm...
today she is twenty minutes away, so i refuse to mourn ten thousand kilometres in advance # The distance does not exist yet. I have to keep telling myself this...
some cities are so overphotographed that seeing them with your own eyes becomes an act of resistance # Venice has been in my head today because somebody showed me photographs...
there is a category of friendship measured entirely in inconvenient errands # Favours are interesting because the meaningful ones are rarely dramatic. «Can you save my life?» almost never. «Can...
water, aperitivo, too many people and the annual milanese discovery that evenings can happen outdoors again # Navigli. Finally warm enough that everybody behaved as though summer had been declared...
some public holidays are also instructions: remember what happened and why the date exists # April twenty fifth, Liberation Day. A national holiday, but also one of those dates that...
if you recognize yourself in this post, perhaps that is useful information # I am tired of people treating blogs like public property and then becoming offended when the person...
no reason sufficiently impressive to justify it, which makes it even better # I am violently happy today. Not politely content. Not «things are going well». Irritatingly, physically happy. I...
one planet, currently the only one we know how to live on, treated mostly as background scenery # Earth Day. Appropriate year for me to be thinking about planets after...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.