perseids
look up long enough and the city eventually gives you one # Perseids. I went outside later because knowing Milano isn’t ideal is not the same as surrendering. You need...
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...
look up long enough and the city eventually gives you one # Perseids. I went outside later because knowing Milano isn’t ideal is not the same as surrendering. You need...
yesterday apparently wasn’t enough numerical nonsense # Eight is a nice number. I have no serious defence of this statement. It is symmetrical vertically and horizontally in many typefaces, two...
one city, one ceremony, half the planet apparently watching # Beijing tonight. The Olympics opened and I watched parts of the ceremony with Mom, mostly because events like this become...
latitude, longitude, and all the places that only matter because somebody is there # Coordinates tonight because I spent too long with maps while discussing August plans and started thinking...
one year ago it was leaving. now it is digging on mars. ridiculous little machine. # One year since Phoenix left Earth. August 4, 2007, launch. I barely noticed compared...
apparently yesterday’s complaint did not fix the internet # Web 2.0 again because twenty four hours later nothing has improved, shocking. Tonight somebody sent me an invitation to a service...
hot city, dark sky, five minutes later everybody running # Thunderstorms in Milano are theatrical because summer streets spend all day storing heat and irritation and then the sky suddenly...
everything is social now. apparently solitude failed beta testing. # Web 2.0 and how sick we are of it, because apparently every website now wants me to create a profile,...
release date and discovery date are completely different calendars # Songs that arrive late are still new to the person receiving them. This should be obvious but music culture can...
there are songs that arrive already sounding like they have always existed # «Ring of Fire» today, because Johnny Cash has become Sunday furniture. I know I started with him...
language is mostly dead metaphors nobody bothered to bury # Sayings I don’t understand, or rather sayings that become ridiculous when you stop accepting them automatically. «Have your cake and...
no ranch, no horse, no hat. apparently the music is enough. # Country girl? Apparently, according to everybody except me. I think «girl who listens to country» is more accurate...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.