all very web 2.0
Apparently the Internet has become social, which is interesting because half the people using it still can’t behave in public. # Everything is `”Web 2.0″` now and I swear half...
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...
Apparently the Internet has become social, which is interesting because half the people using it still can’t behave in public. # Everything is `”Web 2.0″` now and I swear half...
Sometimes not answering is not a message. Sometimes I simply don’t want to answer. apparently this concept requires a seminar. # There is something I need everybody to understand because...
The Internet can show me almost anything in seconds and somehow I still spend most of my time looking at things I absolutely did not need to know. # I...
I went to IKEA for one thing and came back questioning the structural integrity of my entire bedroom. # Never go to IKEA on a Saturday. Actually never go anywhere...
Sometimes I want to disappear, but only in the very specific sense that I want everybody to stop knowing where I am for three hours. # I’ve noticed that when...
Labour Day is considerably more interesting once you actually have a job you don’t have to go to. # I woke up this morning at 10:46 and for approximately five...
march encountered a problem and needs to close. would you like to send an error report? absolutely not. # March is finished and I feel like it contained approximately four...
I turned everything off for two hours and nobody died. including me. # Tonight I came upstairs, turned the computer on automatically and then immediately thought, why? I wasn’t waiting...
there are few phrases more beautiful than download completed after you’ve watched a progress bar for half your natural life. # Edo sent me music tonight. Music. This is why...
I am beginning to believe the little orange blinking window is a weapon. # I should be getting ready. Instead I am arguing on MSN. WHY. Not even a proper...
everything is breaking news now. eventually breakfast will require a red banner. # I turned on the television earlier and saw BREAKING NEWS and immediately stopped because obviously something enormous...
the calendar says spring. the coat on my body would like to appeal the decision. # SPRING. Apparently. I checked. Still wearing a coat. Fraud. XD The shops are completely...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.