Alice, the imaginary girlfriend
apparently I am perfect as long as you only know me through msn. # We fought again. Edo told his girlfriend she should `”try being less jealous like Alice.”` 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...
apparently I am perfect as long as you only know me through msn. # We fought again. Edo told his girlfriend she should `”try being less jealous like Alice.”` I...
perfume shopping should come with additional wrists. # Went perfume shopping after work and made the classic mistake of smelling too many. First wrist, fine. Second wrist, fine. Paper strips,...
some songs don’t become old, they become places. # Daft Punk. One More Time. Again. I know everybody knows it, I know this is not some obscure track I discovered...
I am considering building a spreadsheet. # Edo has another girlfriend. I said nothing for approximately thirty seconds. `Edo: what?Me: Edo.Edo: WHAT?Me: nothing. congratulations to the new administration.Edo: you’re an...
sometimes love is somebody bringing exactly the drink you forgot to ask for. # I was exhausted after work and almost cancelled tonight, which is so unlike me Yuri actually...
I sell tanning sessions and receive entire marriages as supplementary information. # A customer told me about her affair today. I need it established immediately that I did not ask....
I worked for the money and then personally escorted it back into the economy. # Shopping with Hikari. This was supposed to be `”just looking”` and I would like the...
eight hours of being polite followed by several hours where nobody can hear me speak. # Worked, came upstairs, showered, ate something, changed clothes three times, Yuri arrived, changed once...
they all arrive pretending this is an administrative errand. # There is a specific type of male client who enters the shop behaving as though tanning is something his accountant...
sometimes a voice changes the size of a room. # Franchino tonight and I never know whether I come home from those nights more tired or more awake. There is...
still here matters more than perfect. # Three years Erick + Mark today. Things with Erick’s mother are still complicated and I don’t want to turn their anniversary into a...
neither of us possesses the emotional stamina required for permanent silence. # Edo and I made peace. Again. He apologised. Again. I explained the same thing. Again. But this time...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.