saturday night and no thoughts please
I spent all day listening to customers so tonight nobody gets a sentence from me. # Worked all day. One woman told me about her divorce for twenty five minutes....
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 spent all day listening to customers so tonight nobody gets a sentence from me. # Worked all day. One woman told me about her divorce for twenty five minutes....
I don’t need another perfume. this sentence has never prevented anything. # Bought another perfume. There is no defence. I smelled it after work, walked around, smelled my wrist again,...
there are nights where the music makes everybody prettier. # Magazzini tonight and I don’t know if it was the lighting, the music or simply my mood but everybody looked...
after four years romance sometimes looks suspiciously like knowing where his keys are. # Yuri came over after I finished work and couldn’t find his keys. I asked whether he’d...
sometimes house is not enough and that’s okay too. # Hardcore. Finally. I have been so house lately that Edo actually accused me of becoming soft, which is an excellent...
apparently the first warm day is enough to remind milano that legs exist. # Work has exploded again. One slightly warm afternoon and suddenly everybody remembered summer is coming. People...
if this is becoming repetitive I genuinely don’t care because it feels different from inside. # Tocqueville tonight, drinks before, house, house, house. I wore the cream top Hikari said...
customer service should occasionally permit screaming into a cupboard. # Today everybody annoyed me. Everybody. The first client arrived late and then behaved as though we had caused the delay....
yes, still together. yes, four years. yes, I know exactly what you’re going to ask. # Four years Erick + Mark. Still together. I am writing this very clearly because...
work, dinner, house, boyfriend, repeat, and somehow I’m happy. # Sometimes I look at my weeks from outside and think they should feel repetitive. Work downstairs. Customers. Upstairs. Tea if...
hikari said don’t buy it, which I naturally interpreted as a challenge. # Shopping with Hikari again and I was supposed to buy tights. Tights. One item. Small. Responsible. I...
this is the kind of night I want to remember properly. # Tonight was HOUSE. Not house while waiting for techno, not house in the first room while deciding where...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.