yes we made peace
tuesday was optimistic. it took nearly two weeks. # Fine. Peace with Edo. He admitted `”Alice has been here longer than you”` was an idiotic thing to say during an...
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...
tuesday was optimistic. it took nearly two weeks. # Fine. Peace with Edo. He admitted `”Alice has been here longer than you”` was an idiotic thing to say during an...
I refuse to waste saturday night being angry at a msn window. # I was still irritated before going out and then decided absolutely not. Edo can sit in Lecco...
he earned another post. congratulations to the idiot. # I haven’t written about him since June because I said I wouldn’t unless he pissed me off. HELLO OCTOBER. He is...
apparently my october uniform is black clothing and sweet perfume. revolutionary. # Black dress, black coat, black heels, silver earrings, Angel. I looked like approximately half of Milano except blonder....
I briefly had money and then hikari became involved. # I don’t want to discuss the amount. New coat. New bag. Perfume. Tights. Two tops. One completely unnecessary but beautiful...
coat weather changes the beginning and end of a night but never the middle. # Coat tonight. Properly. Summer is finished. I wore Angel because the second I put a...
every workplace has one person who arrives carrying news nobody requested. # One of my regulars knows everything happening in the neighbourhood. Everything. Shops closing, couples separating, somebody’s son changing...
there are nights you know are memories before they’re finished. # Tonight. Tonight. I don’t even know how to write it without making it sound bigger than it was, but...
the temperature dropped four degrees so obviously I required an entirely new identity. # Shopping with Hikari and I am ready for autumn despite autumn not actually being ready for...
sometimes the doll still wants hardcore. # Hardcore tonight. The Stunned Guys, Promo, Neophyte in my head all week and finally a night hard enough to satisfy whatever part of...
five years is approaching and somehow we still flirt. good. # Yuri was impossible tonight. The good kind. We met after I got ready and he kept looking at me...
apparently holidays produce their own category of nonsense. # A woman came back from two weeks at the sea extremely tanned and booked a lamp because she was worried about...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.