Dei riflessi nell’acqua
I looked through yesterday’s photographs again this morning before work, which was not a sensible use of time because I still had to get dressed and find my keys. The...
Photography
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.
Photography
Della fotografia
I took my Olympus out after work today because the light looked too good to waste. I had been watching it through the office window for most of the afternoon,...
Music & Sound
Musicalmente ragionevole
A colleague asked me today what kind of music I usually listen to, and I made the mistake of answering honestly. I said country, hardcore, techno, progressive, pop and quite...
Music & Sound
Hardcore Spring
Yesterday I was listening to Dolly Parton while organising photographs. Today I have spent a considerable amount of time listening to Nosferatu and Endymion at a volume that made Yuri...
Music & Sound
Country Spring
I spent part of this afternoon listening to country music with the windows open while I sorted through photographs. The combination was not planned. I had put on a playlist...
Personal Diary
Vrijdag
Friday arrived with a crowded inbox, a very strong coffee and the kind of weather that makes sitting indoors feel slightly unfair. I had a few things to finish before...
Amsterdam & Life
Del centro nelle sere lunghe
We went for a walk after dinner tonight because neither of us felt ready to stay inside. The sky was still bright, the air was mild and I had spent...
Work & Life
Della pausa fuori
I spent the first part of today arguing with a piece of CSS that had apparently decided the rules of geometry were optional. Everything looked fine in one browser and...
Personal Diary
Della casa con le finestre aperte
I opened every window I could reasonably reach this morning and immediately regretted opening one of them because a gust of wind sent a stack of papers flying off the...
Thoughts & Life
Dei lati positivi
This morning began with rain, a missing hairbrush and a bicycle tyre that looked suspiciously soft. None of these things was a disaster, but together they created the kind of...
Personal Diary
E delle cose che non mi servivano
I went into a shop today to buy shampoo and came out with shampoo, earrings, a notebook and a small candle that smells vaguely of vanilla. I am not proud...
Personal Diary
Dei fiori comprati
There are flowers on the kitchen table tonight, and I am going to admit immediately that I bought them for no reason whatsoever. Nobody has a birthday, there is no...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.