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...
yesterday opinions. today percentages. tomorrow more opinions about the percentages. # Numbers after elections are interesting because suddenly all the rhetoric has to fit into arithmetic. Votes, percentages, seats, turnout,...
ballots, television, numbers waiting to become tomorrow’s arguments # Election day, or election days technically because voting continues tomorrow, and the entire country has that strange suspended feeling where everybody...
apparently letting the machine decide everything has stopped being fun # Manual focus. I have been playing with cameras I don’t own through reviews, manuals, Flickr groups and other people’s...
we photograph everything and somehow still forget where we saved it # Digital photography gives us ridiculous amounts of memory and absolutely no guarantee we’ll remember anything better. I have...
i have made the catastrophic transition from «a camera» to a specific camera # Olympus E 510. There. The problem has a name now. This is much worse than vaguely...
nothing with mass can save me from leaving the house ten minutes too late # Late this morning, which led me to think the speed of light is completely useless...
photography is apparently collecting light with expensive equipment # Photons. This is what camera research does to a person. You begin wanting nicer photographs and end up reading about light...
faces are completely different when people forget they are being looked at # Thinking about portraits because work gives me faces all day. Not photography portraits, just people in front...
sleep would be more useful if my brain stopped programming horror during it # Tired because I slept badly and then had one of those nightmares that isn’t even interesting...
march entered wearing a coat and leaves pretending summer is inevitable # March out. Also CEST now, because yesterday somebody stole an hour again and society continues tolerating this annual...
yes, music can smell like a road. no, i will not explain this rationally. # Some music smells like roads. I know that makes no sense. I don’t care. The...
writing something on a list does not actually complete it. disappointing design flaw. # Lists make me feel organised without requiring the inconvenience of actually being organised. I wrote a...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.