angel
sometimes perfume is just perfume until enough years happen around it. # Mom had colleagues over again tonight and before I even came downstairs I knew because I could smell...
Memory & Time
ECLIXAR
digital diary
Journal.
fragments of quiet intelligence
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...
Every article is a scene. Every word, a frame of something that would not have remained, had it not
been writtenFrom the archive.
Music & Sound
hardcore is still home
house joined the family this year but nobody moved out. # Hardcore tonight. The Stunned Guys, Tommyknocker, Nosferatu, Promo, Endymion. I keep coming back to the same thought this year:...
Beauty & Art
winter pink
november pink is colder, darker and slightly less interested in being nice. # Dusty pink, black and silver. Less candy, more winter. The lion is still there because at this...
Traditions & Culture
halloween
hikari suggested I dress as a lion because apparently friendship is mostly cruelty. # Halloween. Hikari suggested a lion costume because of the entire favourite animal story and I considered...
Networks & Codes
smack is still funny
some internet dramas improve enormously once you stop needing an apology. # I saw `Bambolina_fashion_smack` again tonight and I’m sorry but it is still funny. Smack. I know I’m being...
Journey & Time
sorry dad
exhibit a in the case of milano versus my train ticket. # I was supposed to maybe go to Genova this weekend. `”Maybe”` was the fatal word. By Thursday there...
Music & Sound
franchino season
summer belonged to house more than I expected, autumn belongs to darker rooms again. # Franchino tonight. Ricky Le Roy. Progressive. Techno. I didn’t realise how much I missed exactly...
Music & Sound
milano immediately charged me for returning
nothing says welcome home like an offensive cocktail price. # First Friday back and apparently I required no adjustment period whatsoever. Dinner with Yuri, cocktails, then club. House into techno....
Journey & Time
back
three months fit into suitcases if you are willing to use violence. # Milano. Home. My room. Mom. Angel in the hallway. Familiar noises. Familiar everything. I already miss the...
Memory & Time
okay, last saturday
fine. now you may call it the last one. # Last Saturday in Loano. There. I said it. Yuri is here, which made it easier and worse at the same...
Music & Sound
don’t say last
the moment people start counting weekends, summer becomes unbearable. # People have started saying `”one of the last Saturdays.”` Stop. I hate that phrase because it turns the present into...
Affinity & Heart
yuri weekend
september feels less like an ending when somebody arrives carrying a weekend bag. # Yuri is here again. I missed him even though we have spent loads of summer together,...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.