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...
slightly dramatic title, unfortunately the evidence is not terrible # The year everything broke. Financial institutions. Confidence. LHC sector. Various pieces of my website. One heel. A camera bag zip...
markets crash, machines break, people fall in love. stars continue. rude but comforting. # The universe continues without asking permission. This year has made that obvious in different ways. Sichuan...
every couple has songs and half of them were never officially chosen # «Our Song» makes me think about how couples acquire songs. Some are consciously declared. «This is ours.»...
milan outside, nashville imaginary, headphones doing international relations # Nashville in headphones. Country has now survived an entire year arc and I am amused by how normal it feels. January...
photography is just socially acceptable staring at light # Lights. Christmas lights specifically, although photography has made me interested in every light source like a moth with expensive equipment. Tonight...
milan gets its own saint, its own holiday and permission to become completely december # Sant’Ambrogio. Milano’s day. I like local holidays because they make cities feel like communities rather...
yesterday seven years, today frozen fingers. romance meets weather. # Milano when it’s cold has a smell. I can’t describe it without sounding insane. Air, traffic, heating, coffee escaping bars...
one more taylor song before i become sentimental about tomorrow # «Cold as You» tonight, going backward into Taylor’s first album because *Fearless* inevitably sent me there. This is how...
cold hands, warm shops, gold lights appearing everywhere # December looks like itself now. Lights appearing, shop windows becoming aggressively festive, people carrying bags, cold air making perfume behave differently,...
december begins with arithmetic because christmas apparently requires accounting # Accounts and other songs. Salary in, gifts out. This is December economics. I made a list tonight because otherwise I...
november ends, december arrives carrying anniversaries and christmas lights # End of November. What a month. American election, Phoenix going quiet, Taylor Swift suddenly occupying Winamp, Mumbai, financial crisis still...
grey milan outside, nashville in winamp, guns n’ roses title stolen shamelessly # November rain, but make it country. Rain all afternoon, that cold grey kind that makes leaving the...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.