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sometimes I don’t want beautiful music, I want the room to disappear. # Tommyknocker tonight and Jesus Christ, this is exactly what I needed. I don’t have an intelligent review,...
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...
sometimes I don’t want beautiful music, I want the room to disappear. # Tommyknocker tonight and Jesus Christ, this is exactly what I needed. I don’t have an intelligent review,...
and apparently we’re doing this again. # Edo has a new girlfriend. Again. I wrote exactly that on MSN and he immediately answered, “What do you mean AGAIN?”, which made...
new year, same room, slightly different girl. # I woke up at an hour I am absolutely not going to publish because I would like to preserve at least a...
I started the year changing the blog pink and somehow ended it changing more than the blog. # Yuri is waiting and Mom has already shouted my name once, so...
apparently adding house did not cause the hard drive to reject hardcore. remarkable. # This year I listened to more different things without feeling any need to make them agree...
home has a smell and mine is apparently angel, coffee and whatever is cooking downstairs. # Christmas Eve. Family, food, phone calls, messages. Dad called. Tia wrote. Hikari, Marico, Erick,...
nothing says festive season like tommyknocker at an irresponsible volume. # Hardcore tonight and I think this is probably my last really big Saturday before Christmas. The Stunned Guys, Tommyknocker,...
lights everywhere and suddenly everybody remembers they need to buy everything immediately. # Milano has entered Christmas mode. Lights, people, shops full, everybody walking too slowly exactly where I need...
three years is long enough to build a language nobody else entirely understands. # Three years with Yuri today. I started writing an enormous post and deleted half of it...
christmas is pink this year and complaints will not be processed. # Pink, silver, white stars, midnight background in a few places so it doesn’t become completely sugary. This is...
time apparently continues even when nobody is paying attention to it. # December 5 is coming. Three years with Yuri. Three sounds serious when other people say it. From inside...
the sea in november is still the sea, it just isn’t performing for tourists anymore. # Genova. Finally. Dad made a comment about remembering the route from Milano, which I...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.