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...
humans are spectacularly bad at estimating risk while frightened # Probability and panic. Recent financial news has made me think about risk, but honestly humans demonstrate terrible probability intuition everywhere....
numbers move because people move because numbers move. completely relaxing system. # Markets again. I understand enough now to be more interested and less comfortable. Prices are information, expectations, fear,...
nothing reveals technological dependence like thirty seconds without electricity # Brief blackout tonight. Not long enough to become an emergency, just long enough for every machine in the room to...
sometimes i write because future me has terrible filing systems # Some posts are for whoever reads this and some are clearly notes to future Alice. Remember Dad’s hands in...
because two people can both remember the same conversation incorrectly with absolute confidence # Why there are arguments: because humans are terrible witnesses to their own lives. Yuri and I...
red numbers everywhere and everybody suddenly knows the word bailout # Wall Street is everywhere on television now. Markets down, arguments over rescue plans, people using numbers so enormous that...
you don’t always need a holiday. sometimes you need twelve hours somewhere else. # Escapes. Not running away, not dramatic, just leaving the normal map briefly. We did a small...
sometimes the best part of a night is still being at home imagining it # Nights not yet begun have their own energy. Friday afternoon when you know you’re going...
summer leaves quietly and suddenly everybody is carrying a jacket # Autumn. Equinox territory, light changing, evenings beginning to close earlier, and I have already started looking at coats because...
the party balloon element has a considerably more serious career # Helium. Most people meet it through balloons and stupid voices, then physics arrives and informs you helium has responsibilities....
nine days from YES YES YES to oh for fuck’s sake # The LHC has a serious problem. Of course it does. I wrote on the 10th that complex machines...
planning somewhere else while sitting exactly where you always sit # Trips being organised, FINALLY, although «organised» is generous because Hikari and I have dates, possibilities and a frightening number...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.