275 million kilometres
distance becomes nonsense long before the numbers stop increasing # About 275 million kilometres. I keep writing it because I still cannot make it become a real distance in my...
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...
distance becomes nonsense long before the numbers stop increasing # About 275 million kilometres. I keep writing it because I still cannot make it become a real distance in my...
not us physically, obviously. let me be dramatic for five minutes. # We are on Mars. Yes, I know, Phoenix is on Mars and I am in Milano wearing pyjamas,...
being capable of reasoning does not mean we use the feature consistently # Reason and non reasoning, because today contained several examples of humans possessing brains and treating them as...
somewhere very far away we’re looking for something i can get by turning a tap # Water on Mars. I keep thinking about the absurdity of this because I filled...
nothing is wrong. apparently the brain can still go looking for a missing piece. # Do you ever have that feeling that something is missing without being able to identify...
rocks are only boring if your concept of time is ridiculously short # Geology has got me now, predictably, because Sichuan sent me into plate tectonics and plate tectonics sent...
apparently my brain requires seventeen unrelated subjects per day # Variety. I think that’s the word for why I can never become one of those people with a perfectly coherent...
places become names in headlines and then you have to remember they were places first # Sichuan. Yesterday I knew the name in the general way you know places you’ve...
we say «solid ground» because most days the planet is kind enough to maintain the illusion # Still Sichuan. I ended up reading about tectonic plates and faults tonight because...
apparently this is not a phase anymore. nobody buy me a hat. # Country state of mind, apparently. It has been months now so I think Yuri is finally accepting...
having a contact button is apparently interpreted as an invitation to confess your entire life # Private messages from strangers are one of the Internet’s weirdest social inventions because apparently...
the universe apparently made my earrings before anyone made my earrings # Stardust is one of those ideas that sounds like something printed on a girl’s notebook until you remember...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.