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...
apparently my hard drive thinks i am perfume, shoes, skies and blurry lights # I looked through recent photographs and if somebody reconstructed my personality exclusively from images they would...
the sky performs this every day and i still occasionally act surprised # The sky was ridiculous this evening, pink into orange into that blue that lasts about four minutes...
bonus day. naturally i wasted part of it online. # February 29th! A day we only get every four years and what did I do with this rare gift from...
sometimes people say thank you with chocolate and this system should be encouraged # Good day at work, which feels worth recording because diaries are very efficient at remembering annoyances...
rain, guitar, tea, four biscuits. apparently i am eighty years old now. # Rain all day, proper grey Sunday rain that removes every possible excuse to leave the house after...
my browser currently resembles my brain and this is not a compliment # Too many tabs open, literally and mentally. Camera reviews, Flickr, astronomy, one thing about blood I forgot...
step one: don’t tell them it’s country until they’re already listening # Country music for people who say they don’t like country: this has become my unofficial experiment because Hikari...
maps are tidy because paper doesn’t remember what happened there # Still thinking about borders after yesterday. Not politically in the sense of deciding who is right from my bedroom...
sometimes a line on a map contains several different histories at once # Kosovo declared independence today and I have been reading because I realised very quickly that this is...
seven years later and apparently the molecules are still employed # Love is a chemical reaction, yes yes, dopamine, oxytocin, attachment, reward systems, bodies doing body things, and every year...
tiny fragments circulating around waiting for me to injure myself. reassuring. # Platelets are still bothering me, by which I mean fascinating me, because now every tiny cut makes me...
scientific investigation conducted with a box of chocolates # Valentine’s week means chocolate has colonised every shop window, so obviously I started reading about chocolate instead of simply eating it...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.