august house
house at four in the morning, skin still warm from the day. # There is a particular kind of house track that only makes sense to me in summer. I...
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...
house at four in the morning, skin still warm from the day. # There is a particular kind of house track that only makes sense to me in summer. I...
milano at night is sometimes prettier when it’s slightly strange. # Plastic tonight. I always like nights where people actually look like they thought about what they’re wearing instead of...
sometimes friendship is listening to the same complaint three times because the third time is when the real one appears. # Spent part of the afternoon with Erick. He and...
milano is currently a hair styling emergency. # It is too hot to have hair. That’s my position. I spent ages straightening it and by the time we arrived anywhere...
22 sounds less fake than 21 did, which is worrying. # Twenty two today. I worked for part of my birthday because apparently adulthood is extremely badly organised. The clients...
house doesn’t need to hit harder when it knows exactly where it’s going. # Tonight might be one of my favourite nights of the year. We started with an aperitivo...
I said I would only write edo when angry, technically this is the closing paperwork. # Edo apologised. Properly. No `”sorry you misunderstood”`, no `”sorry but…”`, no stupid joke inserted...
warm air at five in the morning changes everything. # House tonight and summer has officially started in my head. I don’t care what the calendar says. We walked outside...
no, we haven’t made peace. no, I’m not writing first. # Edo has been online every night. So have I. Nothing. Good. Anyway, work was insane and I don’t have...
I wasn’t going to write about him unless he pissed me off, so congratulations edo, you’ve earned a post. # I am so angry I don’t even know where to...
nothing extraordinary happened and I want to remember it anyway. # Wore the plum dress. Yuri’s face when he saw it justified the entire purchase and possibly the shoes too...
there are dresses you try on and dresses that immediately start making plans for you. # Hikari made me try on a dress today that I would never have picked...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.