easter equations
family + food + chocolate + repeated offers of more food = easter # Easter equations: family plus church plus food multiplied by somebody asking whether you’ve eaten enough despite...
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...
family + food + chocolate + repeated offers of more food = easter # Easter equations: family plus church plus food multiplied by somebody asking whether you’ve eaten enough despite...
astronomy says spring. my feet remain unconvinced. # Spring according to celestial mechanics, yes. Spring according to what I wore this morning, absolutely not. I tried lighter shoes and regretted...
earth doing geometry again while i decide whether i still need a coat # Equinox. Spring officially entering through astronomy while Milano reserves the right to ignore paperwork. Day and...
ingredients unavailable in exact quantities # Recipe for happiness after yesterday, because apparently I am now a lifestyle magazine. Enough money that every small expense isn’t fear. People you can...
possibly less dramatic than advertised # Happiness might be much more boring than people sell it as. Not bad boring. Good boring. I don’t think most happy life is standing...
leave a room alone and somehow clothes reproduce # Domestic entropy is real and my bedroom is the experimental apparatus. I cleaned properly this morning. Properly. Clothes away, desk visible,...
no pie was harmed. pizza is round and therefore academically acceptable. # Happy π Day, second post because apparently one mathematical constant deserves two entries. I had pizza tonight, which...
memory is not a video file no matter how much it feels like one # Memory lies, or reconstructs, which is less dramatic but more accurate. I found an old...
some days humanity feels severely understaffed in the brain department # I had that horrible slightly nauseous feeling most of today, not properly ill, just enough to make every smell...
saturday belonged to house. sunday has reclaimed the guitars. fair custody arrangement. # Country Sunday because after Friday and Saturday nights my ears have requested diplomatic relations. Church this morning,...
friday evening has its own metabolism # Friday! There is a specific energy after work on Friday that no other evening has because the exact same tiredness feels different when...
chemistry becomes more persuasive when covered in frosting # Cupcakes tonight because Hikari brought some and somehow this turned into me thinking about baking as chemistry while eating enough sugar...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.