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...
nothing overflows because of one drop, except technically it does # September began with me becoming disproportionately angry at a towel. This is not metaphorical. I came upstairs after work...
summer isn’t over but september has already put one foot through the door # August / end. Milano has people again. Shops reopening, traffic remembering its profession, everyone saying «back...
being allowed to speak does not magically make every sentence intelligent # Freedom of expression gets used online as if it means «I may say anything and nobody may react»....
eight hours and suddenly humanity seems less irritating # Good sleep. Revolutionary. After the June nights where my brain treated bedtime as conference hour, I slept beautifully last night and...
another website would like my name, photograph, birthday, friends and remaining free time # Social networks and other invasive species. I know I wrote about Web 2.0 twice already. Apparently...
somebody has moved country from curiosity to permanent residency # Country on repeat and I surrender. It is not going away. Today has been Shania, Faith Hill, Dixie Chicks, Dolly,...
never call something an excellent beginning before the day has finished laughing # I wrote «excellent beginning» in a note this morning because the day started perfectly. Slept well. Hair...
morning is beautiful when you don’t have to become a morning person permanently # Dawn, sea and wind, because I’m looking at the Genova photographs again at an hour that...
today’s great discovery: the thing i was looking for was exactly where mom said it was # Great discoveries, none of them Nobel eligible. Discovery one: the memory card I...
milan in august occasionally looks like everyone received an evacuation order except you # Returns, Augusts and desolations. Milano today looked abandoned in patches. Not literally, obviously, but August Sundays...
make a wish quickly before atmospheric ablation ruins the romance # Wish upon a meteor, which sounds considerably less romantic when phrased scientifically. «Look, a tiny piece of space material...
summer starts ending emotionally long before the calendar agrees # Holidays almost over, or rather that middle August feeling where people who left are beginning to talk about returning and...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.