returns
The strange thing about coming home is how quickly the place you missed becomes completely normal again. # Back in Milano. Home. Bag on the floor still mostly unpacked because...
Journey & Time
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
survivors
We survived Ferragosto. There is leftover food. Apparently the battle continues. # I woke up this morning with the very specific sensation of having eaten yesterday’s entire national food supply....
Traditions & Culture
ferragosto.exe
Ferragosto.exe is currently using 98 percent of available system resources. Food process cannot be terminated. # FERRAGOSTO. I have eaten enough to become infrastructure. If anybody offers me anything else...
Traditions & Culture
pre ferragosto
The entire country appears to be preparing for tomorrow as though August 15th is a natural disaster involving food. # Pre Ferragosto. There is food everywhere, plans everywhere, people discussing...
Networks & Codes
away message
AWAY: at the sea, eating things, probably not answering. This information has apparently not stopped anybody from messaging me. # MSN away messages are lies because people see AWAY and...
Journey & Time
digital postcards
Postcards used to arrive after you came home. Now apparently everybody needs proof you’re enjoying yourself while you’re still enjoying yourself. # I am in Genova and yes, Dad was...
Journey & Time
gone.
Bag packed, computer abandoned, Milano temporarily released from my ownership. Gone. # GONE. Well, almost. I’m writing this before leaving because Dad has already sent the equivalent of do not...
Laws & Universe
08.08, because I like numbers
08.08. Not magical, not lucky, not cosmically important. Just pretty. Sometimes pretty is enough. # 08.08. I like it. That’s literally the reason for this post. After 07.07.07 last month...
Questions & Musings
windows open and nobody outside
Windows open, music low, almost no cars and Milano doing an extremely convincing impression of somewhere else. # It is after midnight and I have both windows open because for...
Networks & Codes
oh my god, not again -.-
I genuinely thought we had all grown up. Apparently somebody missed the meeting. # OH. MY. GOD. -.- I almost don’t want to write this because every time I write...
History & Places
milano is mine
Everybody left. Excellent. I have decided the city now belongs to me personally until approximately August 20th. # MILANO IS MINE. I have claimed it. If you are currently in...
History & Places
ghost town
Milano in August looks like somebody pressed pause while half the population was in the bathroom. # Milano is empty. Not actually empty obviously, before somebody writes to inform me...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.