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...
previous version discontinued, replacement currently in testing. # Edo and the girlfriend broke up. There is another girl he likes. I said, `”I’m going to bed.”` He said, `”I’m serious.”`...
sometimes you can watch an entire relationship happen in twelve minutes. # A regular brought her daughter today. The mother talks constantly. The daughter barely speaks. Within five minutes the...
the temperature dropped and apparently my speakers noticed. # Hardcore tonight. The Viper, Neophyte, Tommyknocker. Black coat back out. Angel back on my skin more often. Summer house hasn’t disappeared...
tonight belongs to footwear engineering. # Dinner with Yuri, drinks, house, techno later, new boots. No pain. I repeat: NO PAIN. I danced for hours and never once considered removing...
the shortest commute in milano leaves far too much time for shopping. # Finished work and met Hikari. This is dangerous because the whole advantage of working downstairs is that...
sometimes your facial expression becomes an employee too. # A client came in today with a colour I can only describe as ambitious. She asked me whether she looked `”natural.”`...
sometimes anticipation is the actual song. # Progressive tonight. Long build, Franchino, darkness, that feeling of an entire room being held inside one unfinished sentence. There are nights where the...
working around appearance has made appearance less impressive. strange. # The tanning salon has done something unexpected to the way I look at beauty. You see people beautifully dressed and...
the united nations continues refusing to intervene. # Made peace with Edo. Long MSN conversation, no jokes for the first twenty minutes, which for us is essentially diplomatic black tie....
sometimes somebody outside an argument can see its shape immediately. # I told Yuri the whole Edo situation properly tonight. He knows Edo exists, obviously, he knows we’ve been online...
I would like to unsubscribe from being edo’s imaginary ideal woman. # His girlfriend apparently told him she feels like she’s `”always competing with Alice.”` Do you know how horrifying...
summer makes every city feel slightly fictional. # August has that strange feeling where everybody is leaving somewhere, returning from somewhere or complaining that they are still here. Work changes...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.