orlando
I woke up this morning expecting an ordinary Sunday and found the news from Orlando waiting on my phone. At first I read only the headline, then opened another article...
Thoughts & Life
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.
Europe & Politics
e dell’europa, che non sono esattamente la stessa cosa
I was halfway through making dinner tonight when Yuri asked whether I had finally finished thinking about the European Union. I told him I had moved on to Europe itself,...
Europe & Politics
dell’unione europea
I made the mistake of reading several articles about the European Union during lunch today, and by the time I finished I had developed a strong desire to ask every...
Europe & Politics
europe
I had a conversation about Europe today while standing beside the office coffee machine, which is not where I usually expect international politics to become particularly interesting. A colleague had...
Thoughts & Life
senza dissolversi
This morning I went out for bread and came home with a small bag of pastries as well, because apparently I cannot be trusted near a bakery before breakfast. The...
Identity & Life
delle identità che attraversano i confini
I spent part of this afternoon looking for an Italian cookbook that I was certain I had put on the kitchen shelf. It was not on the kitchen shelf. It...
Identity & Life
repubblica italiana from amsterdam
I remembered it was the second of June while making coffee this morning, which is a rather unceremonious way to remember the Italian Republic. I was standing in the kitchen...
Personal Diary
june
June started with me standing barefoot in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee and trying to decide whether the sky was promising sunshine or simply being dishonest. The windows...
Personal Diary
May / Happy
May is ending with me sitting at the kitchen table in a light cardigan, listening to the last sounds of the evening outside and looking at a vase of flowers...
Personal Diary
Della domenica senza orologio
I deliberately avoided looking at the clock for most of today. This was easier than I expected, although Yuri pointed out that I kept asking him what time it was,...
Personal Diary
Della colazione molto tardi
We had breakfast at a time that most reasonable people would call lunch. I woke up, looked at the clock and decided there was no need to move immediately. Yuri...
Personal Diary
Del venerdì perfetto
I am not going to claim that today was objectively perfect, because the coffee machine at work made a noise that suggested it was preparing to retire and I spent...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.