milano is melting
My makeup is moving, my hair has surrendered and somebody has apparently placed Milano directly underneath a lamp. # HOT. Not beautiful summer warm, not lovely let’s sit outside warm,...
Body & Energy
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.
Networks & Codes
connection wanted
Day two. I have begun watching the modem lights like ancient people watched the stars. # Still unstable. Better than yesterday, which is a sentence designed to prevent me from...
Networks & Codes
telecom, I hate you cordially
Dear Telecom, I hope you’re well. I am not. My connection has been dying all evening and this is now personal. # TELECOM. We need to discuss our relationship because...
Traditions & Culture
flags in the windows
Flags outside, summer inside my head and Milano pretending everybody understands exactly what Republic Day means. # There are Italian flags everywhere today and I always like seeing them even...
Body & Energy
hello summer
June has arrived and suddenly everybody is behaving as though we have personally survived winter. # Hello summer. I know summer technically hasn’t started yet and somebody will absolutely feel...
Memory & Time
may / logout
May was warm, expensive, online, loud and approximately seventeen browser tabs long. # May is finished and I don’t know where half of it went. Actually I do. Work, Internet,...
Networks & Codes
you can find me there too. unfortunately.
I resisted approximately long enough to feel superior and then did exactly what everybody knew I would do. # Fine. Facebook is staying. I said it. Everybody happy? XD I...
Networks & Codes
pokes & other useless things
Somebody poked me. I poked them back. neither of us has communicated anything. modernity. # Can somebody explain the poke to me without using the word poke? Because every explanation...
Networks & Codes
applications for permanently losing the day
Update: I was right. we’re doomed. # Five hours after the previous post and I’ve been reading more. WE’RE DOOMED. Applications inside Facebook. Other people building things for Facebook. Social...
Body & Energy
sunday bloody sunday
I have survived Friday and Saturday. Sunday has arrived to collect the debt. # I woke up today and every part of my body submitted a formal complaint. Feet first....
Body & Energy
friday, finally
There are weeks where Friday arrives normally and weeks where I want to kiss it on the mouth. # FRIDAY. Finally. This week has lasted approximately six years and I...
Affinity & Heart
mom, internet and other omniscient entities
My mother doesn’t need Google. she already knows what I did, what I’m doing and what I’m probably about to do wrong. # Mother’s Day, so obviously Mom deserves a...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.