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...
I wanted to move some old posts. instead I accidentally met every previous version of myself. # I have been transferring old things from Splinder to essencedemoi.com and this is...
sometimes I close everything and realise half the people I spoke to today were never physically near me. weird. # I was thinking about this tonight because I came home...
no msn, no wordpress, no refresh, just people actually standing in front of me for once. # I spent approximately the entire week looking at screens. Work computer, phone, MSN,...
the most aggressive question in msn history: are you sure you want to delete this contact? # I cleaned MSN tonight. Not physically obviously, although perhaps the little green men...
if you are online, have read what I wrote and continue existing silently, I will invent seventeen explanations. # MSN has destroyed a very specific part of human peace and...
thirteen days. that’s how long january needed before I started asking when spring is coming. # January is ugly. There. I said it. Christmas is over so all the pretty...
I have spent another day thinking about a telephone. I would like my dignity returned. # Okay, last iPhone post for a while because even I’m getting embarrassed now. XD...
yes, second post about the phone. no, I haven’t developed a personality since three hours ago. # Still watching videos. Still want it. I have now reached the stage where...
sunday evening is monday wearing softer clothes. # I hate Sunday evening. Not Sunday morning because Sunday morning is beautiful if nobody expects me to be conscious during it. Not...
I made a list and immediately disagreed with myself. excellent beginning. # Everybody keeps asking about New Year’s resolutions and I genuinely don’t understand why we participate in this annual...
2007 has been here for almost two days and I have not become a better person yet. suspicious. # So. 2007. Apparently. I always find the first days of January...
work, perfume, house, him, me. somehow that was enough for an entire year. # I have to get ready and I’m sitting here writing. Obviously. My dress is on the...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.