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...
apparently strangers will google absolutely anything and eventually arrive here by accident # Referrer logs remain one of the internet’s finest forms of accidental comedy. People arrive here through searches...
milan becomes easier when you walk through it without needing anything from it # Brera today. Slow Sunday, camera, coffee, people everywhere because apparently half the city had the same...
apparently the cure for thinking too much is shoes, a coat and somebody physically removing you from the room # Yuri arrived and said, «We’re going out.» Not «Do you...
boredom, glorious boredom, proof that not every day has agreed to become emotionally significant # I was bored today and honestly it was wonderful. Work dragged. Internet boring. Nobody had...
approximately ten thousand kilometres, which is useless information and somehow i needed it anyway # I looked up how far Tokyo is from Milan. This accomplished nothing. I already understood...
tokyo used to be a city, now apparently it is also a word capable of changing the temperature of a conversation # Tokyo. I have always known what Tokyo is...
church, family, too much food and the annual illusion that chocolate has no consequences on holy days # Easter. Church this morning, family, food, phone calls, chocolate, the familiar mixture...
facts are easier when written as facts, until you realize the list does not change any of them # Facts. Hikari is moving to Tokyo in September. She has not...
apparently knowing the facts and knowing how you feel about the facts are completely different departments # I still don’t know what I think about Hikari leaving. This is irritating...
we call the ground solid because human time is short # I kept reading about earthquakes today, partly because understanding mechanisms is how I stop fear from becoming shapeless. Plates...
03:32, while most people were sleeping, the ground moved # L’Aquila. I don’t have a clever beginning. An earthquake struck Abruzzo at 03:32 this morning. By daylight the images were...
the problem with the word forever is that nobody can define it and everybody knows exactly what it threatens # I asked the question today that I avoided yesterday. «Forever?»...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.