unsolicited assessments
Nobody requested a review of 2007, which has never stopped a blogger. # The strange dead zone between Christmas and New Year’s Eve has begun, where nobody knows what day...
Questions & Musings
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.
Body & Energy
saint sofa
December 26th, feast day of Saint Sofa, patron saint of people wearing comfortable trousers. # Saint Sofa. Today I have worshipped faithfully. I woke up, ate because apparently Christmas food...
Body & Energy
too much food.
I no longer have a body. I am approximately 74% Christmas lunch. # Too much food. There. Christmas analysis complete. Why do we do this every year? At some point...
Traditions & Culture
merry christmas, assholes ♥
For readers, lurkers, friends, strangers and people who arrived here searching for something completely unrelated. # Merry Christmas, assholes ♥ Affectionately, obviously. I have approximately two minutes before midnight and...
History & Places
driving home for christmas
Not literally driving. Chris Rea may file a complaint. # Driving Home for Christmas has been stuck in my head all day even though my Christmas geography is complicated enough...
Body & Energy
i hate shopping centres
There is no peace on Earth inside a shopping centre on December 20th. # I hate shopping centres. I don’t hate shopping. Obviously. That would contradict years of documentary evidence....
Traditions & Culture
last minute gifts / part 2
Part two, because apparently yesterday’s suffering lacked closure. # Last minute gifts, part two. I went alone today because Hikari had things to do and I thought this would make...
Traditions & Culture
last minute gifts / part 1
I specifically wrote that I would not do this. The list has requested legal representation. # Last minute gifts, part one. December 3rd Alice was adorable. So optimistic. «I will...
Spirituality & Faith
sunday with little lights
Little lights everywhere make doing nothing look festive. # Today was one of those December Sundays that makes me understand why people become obsessed with Christmas even if they spend...
Body & Energy
friday night and zero dignity
It was going to be one drink. Nobody believed this, including the person who said it. # Friday night and zero dignity. I am home, my boots are somewhere near...
Journey & Time
christmas loading…
Christmas loading… please do not disconnect shopping account. # Christmas is loading properly now. Tree done, lights everywhere, salon clients discussing parties, Mom hiding things, Dad asking dates, Hikari sending...
Traditions & Culture
tree: done.
Tree assembled. Lights survived. Nobody killed anybody with tinsel. Christmas may proceed. # Tree: done. Today was tree day and every year I forget that decorating a Christmas tree begins...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.