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...
sunday has rules nobody remembers writing # Sundays are always Sundays even when nothing specific happens, maybe especially then. I woke up later because last night had technically become this...
there is a specific sound to taking your shoes off after midnight # Coming home after a night out might genuinely be one of my favourite parts of going out,...
a day off is apparently just work wearing comfortable clothes # May 1st, Labour Day, which means I did not work and therefore spent most of the day doing all...
twenty five sounds enormous until you meet an actual twenty five year old # Quarter centuries. I keep hearing twenty five described as this significant age and maybe because I’m...
apparently «saving» includes saving photographs now # Things I buy instead of saving: camera. Memory cards. Bag for camera because BABY NEEDS HOUSE. Cleaning thing. Possibly another lens eventually but...
apparently one album title can reorganise my entire sunday # Wide Open Spaces. This country situation is officially beyond «strange January phase» now. I spent part of Sunday listening, camera...
a holiday is not the same thing as a day without work # April 25. Liberation Day. It is easy to experience national holidays mostly as closed shops, flags, television...
when the big thing is annoying, locate coffee # Small consolations are underrated. Bad day? Coffee. Feet hurt? Shoes off. Work annoying? It ends. Rain? Good hair excuse abandoned, tie...
one photograph leads to another person leads to another idea leads to midnight # Flickr is dangerous with the new camera because now I don’t only upload, I investigate. Search...
today’s subjects: everything that failed to escape # I have photographed practically everything. This was inevitable. Saturday daytime became a camera walk, Saturday night camera stayed HOME because I am...
OH. MY. GOD. # IT ARRIVED. Olympus E 510. Mine. Physically here. On the table. I have touched it approximately six hundred times and still keep looking at the box...
the numbers have stopped moving. the talking has not. # A couple of days later and the election has moved from suspense to aftermath. The official Senate summary is clear...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.