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...
Move mouse to wake Alice. Actually don’t. She is perfectly happy displaying meaningless colours until Monday. # I am in screensaver mode. Not sleeping exactly, not awake in any productive...
There are nights that only work in summer because at five in the morning nobody is cold enough to remember they should probably go home. # Home. Makeup mostly gone,...
Apparently avoiding spoilers now requires turning off the Internet, television, radio, telephone and possibly other human beings. # I have concluded that an Internet without spoilers is impossible because the...
If you put a Harry Potter spoiler in your MSN name I believe the law should allow me one crime. # WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? Seriously. We have had...
I finished it. I closed the book. I put it beside me. And for a few minutes I genuinely didn’t know what I wanted to do next. # Finished. No...
I had a thought earlier but it melted before I could write it down. # Too hot. That’s it. That’s the post. Except obviously it won’t be because apparently I...
Black, cream, sunglasses and the temporary delusion that I belong in Paris instead of sweating in Milano. # I dressed like an imaginary French woman today and Hikari has been...
Friday the thirteenth. If anything goes wrong tonight I reserve the right to blame mathematics instead of my decisions. # Friday the thirteenth and I have spent all day waiting...
Missing somebody is annoying because nothing is actually wrong. They are simply not where you want them to be. # Yuri is away for a few days and I miss...
The birthday is over but there is still cake in the refrigerator and therefore legally I believe celebrations remain active. # Today was horrible in the very specific way that...
Twenty three. I checked the mirror and there are no visible signs of adulthood. I would like a refund. # I am twenty three. Apparently. I woke up this morning...
Different cities, different stages, different people, same day. There is something beautiful about the world being noisy together. # I’ve had Live Earth around me for hours now, television on...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.