valentine’s day
he still manages to surprise me and this is becoming suspicious. # I spent half the afternoon convinced Yuri was going to be late. Not because he said he was...
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...
he still manages to surprise me and this is becoming suspicious. # I spent half the afternoon convinced Yuri was going to be late. Not because he said he was...
too pale, too dark, too pink, not golden enough, human skin has apparently failed everyone. # The salon was full today and I swear nobody likes the colour they actually...
apparently everybody I know is becoming ancient in relationship years. # Four years Hikari and Marico today <3 FOUR. I sent Hikari a message this morning and then saw her...
sometimes I only need to get dressed and disappear into noise for six hours. # I was in a horrible mood before going out and couldn’t even tell you why....
we went out for coffee and returned with evidence. # I went shopping with Hikari after work and this is the problem with saying “we’ll just have a look.” A...
heels, angel, a stupidly small handbag and absolutely perfect music. # Tonight was one of those nights where everything works and I don’t mean anything enormous happened, actually that’s probably...
apparently winter is something my customers consider a personal attack. # Work has been ridiculous. Everybody came back from Christmas looking exactly like human beings look in January and apparently...
I have glitter in my hair and absolutely no intention of finding out where it came from. # I slept until an indecent hour and woke up still tired, which...
somehow the tiny job downstairs made the whole year bigger. # I have approximately no time to write this because Yuri will be here any second and Mom has already...
if years had smells this one would require an entire shelf. # Angel was still home. Always. The summer perfume became July, hot streets, turning twenty one, leaving work and...
angel in the hallway, presents waiting, christmas exactly where I left it. # Christmas Eve. Mom is wearing Angel, obviously. I wore something else tonight and she noticed approximately three...
breaking news: edo has met a woman without immediately using me as a comparison. # Edo is seeing somebody. I waited. He wrote, `”Before you start, I HAVE NOT told...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.