dolly
the hair is enormous, the songs are bigger # Dolly. I think I finally understand why she fascinates me beyond liking individual songs. She controls the joke before anybody else...
Music & Sound
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.
History & Places
39 years ago
someone stepped onto another world before my parents were my age. excuse me? # Thirty nine years ago humans were on the Moon. That sentence still refuses to become ordinary...
Journey & Time
holidays that resemble dreams
planning holidays is apparently a separate hobby from taking holidays # Hikari and I have planned approximately seven impossible holidays tonight and booked none. This is one of our oldest...
Questions & Musings
perspectives
move three metres and the entire picture changes. irritatingly useful outside photography too # Perspective is ruining laziness. With the camera I keep learning that the first place I stand...
History & Places
wide open spaces
sometimes you need enough horizon to notice how crowded your head was # Back from Genova with approximately one million photographs, which is an exaggeration but emotionally accurate. I DID...
Questions & Musings
end of evening considerations
sea air makes every thought pretend to be more profound than it is # Genova. Finally. Dad’s response at the station was basically «So you do remember where I live»...
Questions & Musings
not knowing how to decide
too many options are just indecision wearing nicer clothes # I cannot decide anything tonight. What to pack, what photographs to print, which perfume, whether to take one extra pair...
Logic & Form
diy carpentry and meetings
if furniture requires instructions longer than a russian novel i no longer consider it furniture # DIY carpentry today because apparently being twenty four means assembling things. Mom had something...
Journey & Time
orbit number twenty four
cake, perfume, phone calls and one suspiciously thoughtful boyfriend # Birthday properly this time. Twenty four feels exactly like twenty three except I have eaten more cake. Work was almost...
Music & Sound
take me home, country roads
one song, two homes, no west virginia anywhere in sight # «Take Me Home, Country Roads» again, because apparently the song has decided to attach itself to the week I...
Journey & Time
saturday afternoons
saturday afternoon exists mostly to recover from friday and prepare mistakes for saturday night # Saturday afternoons are a strange little country between obligations. Work is done, Friday night is...
Music & Sound
american radio
the internet is a dangerous place when curiosity discovers radio streams # American radio is going to ruin my sleep. I found myself listening online tonight before going out and...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.