Dei mercati
I stopped at a market after work today with the very specific intention of buying vegetables. This intention lasted approximately six minutes. By the time I reached the stall I...
Amsterdam & Life
ECLIXAR
digital diary
Journal.
fragments of quiet intelligence
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...
Every article is a scene. Every word, a frame of something that would not have remained, had it not
been writtenFrom the archive.
Personal Diary
Sunday
Sunday began with church bells and the smell of toast. I had intended to sleep later, but somebody outside was moving furniture or building a small house out of wooden...
Amsterdam & Life
Delle biciclette al sole
I spent a ridiculous amount of time today deciding what to wear for a bicycle ride. Not a special bicycle ride, not a sporting event, not even a particularly long...
Thoughts & Life
Della memoria e della libertà
This morning I found yesterday’s wristband in the pocket of my jacket and a receipt for food I barely remember buying. My feet were still tired, my hair was doing...
Thoughts & Life
Freedom
We did go out again. I am writing this with tired feet and a little paper wristband still around my arm because I cannot be bothered to find the scissors....
Memory & Time
Dodenherdenking
At eight o’clock this evening, the city became quiet in a way that still catches me by surprise. I was standing near Dam Square with Yuri, surrounded by people who...
Amsterdam & Life
Della città verde
I nearly missed a turning on my bicycle this morning because I was looking at a tree. That is not a sentence that makes me sound especially competent, but the...
Personal Diary
May
May began with me trying to convince Yuri that the sunlight coming through our bedroom window was a perfectly reasonable excuse to stay in bed for another twenty minutes. He...
Journey & Time
April / Orange
April is ending with me sitting by the window, looking at the lights reflected in the canal and thinking about how much has happened this month. It began with flowers,...
Home & Daily Life
Recovery
I woke up this morning feeling as though I had walked the entire length of Amsterdam yesterday, which may not be completely accurate but is certainly how my feet interpreted...
Traditions & Culture
God Save the Koning
I am sitting at the table with my orange accessory beside the laptop, looking through the last photographs from today and thinking about how much I enjoy Dutch traditions. King’s...
Traditions & Culture
Koningsnacht
King’s Night has arrived, and Amsterdam is already full of music, orange clothing and people who seem determined to begin celebrating before the actual holiday. I left work this afternoon...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.