my regulars
at some point customers stop being strangers and become episodes. # I have regulars now. Not just `”the salon has regulars”` but people who actually look pleased when they see...
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...
at some point customers stop being strangers and become episodes. # I have regulars now. Not just `”the salon has regulars”` but people who actually look pleased when they see...
no thoughts tonight, only impact. # Nosferatu. That’s basically the post. I’ve spent the entire week having people ask me questions, at work, at home, online, everywhere, and tonight nobody...
lecco has issued another romantic software update. # Edo has a new girlfriend. I laughed. He got offended. `Edo: it isn’t funnyMe: a littleEdo: you’re awfulMe: this one is different,...
twenty one sounds suspiciously adult and I reject the accusation. # 21. Excuse me? I was nineteen approximately ten minutes ago. Birthday messages everywhere today. Hikari, Erick, Mark, Alexielle, Edo...
everything smells like hot pavement, perfume and somebody leaving for the sea. # July has started and Milano has become ridiculous. Work is strange because everybody comes in talking about...
he said I didn’t need another pink dress, which obviously meant I had to prove him wrong. # Bought a pink dress. Yuri said I already own pink dresses. This...
working saturday should be illegal unless saturday night is legally extended. # Worked today and it was insane. Everybody apparently wants to become golden immediately. One woman arrived nine minutes...
winter made me understand house, summer made me need it. # House tonight. Warm air when we left, hair up because Milano has become an oven, lighter perfume, little black...
june has apparently created a national crisis involving shoulders. # Work is getting busier because summer is approaching and everybody has suddenly remembered that parts of their body will soon...
stubbornness apparently has a five day shelf life. # Edo wrote `”hey.”` I replied `”hey.”` Nothing for three minutes. Then `”Are we done?”` I wrote, `”Depends. Did you understand?”` He...
increase bpm until conversation becomes impossible. # Promo tonight. Hardcore, properly hard, exactly what I wanted. There are weeks when I want music to make me think and then there...
apparently perfect patient alice is currently refusing to answer. # No Edo since Saturday. Neither of us has written. His name was online tonight for hours and I did not...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.