valentine
I remain suspicious of compulsory romance and strongly supportive of presents. # Valentine’s Day with Yuri. Dinner first, somewhere properly nice, and yes I wore pink because at this point...
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...
I remain suspicious of compulsory romance and strongly supportive of presents. # Valentine’s Day with Yuri. Dinner first, somewhere properly nice, and yes I wore pink because at this point...
edo is going to behave as though I have personally betrayed him. # I think I like house. There. Published. Evidence exists now. I don’t mean I’ve suddenly stopped liking...
two years looks much neater written down than it probably feels from inside. # Two years for Hikari and Marico today. I messaged her earlier and she answered approximately nine...
the blog now resembles a box of expensive sweets and I am not sorry. # Baby pink and white, silver details, much cleaner header, almost no blue left except a...
some calculations are technically possible but emotionally irresponsible. # January cost too much. I realised this while emptying my bag this afternoon and finding receipts from drinks, taxis, shopping and...
every yes seems to create a no somewhere else lately. # Dad asked if I’m coming tomorrow and I said no. Again. I don’t particularly like seeing that written down...
pink gloss has once again invalidated my musical knowledge. tragic. # A boy tonight asked whether I `”really”` listen to hardcore. No, obviously. I have spent years buying CDs, exchanging...
there are nights where the voice becomes part of the room. # Franchino tonight and I never know how to explain these nights to somebody who hasn’t been there because...
four in the morning still counts as friday if I haven’t slept yet. # Just got home and instead of going to bed like a sensible person I turned on...
first day of the year and my room already looks like a crime scene. # There is one silver earring on my desk and I have absolutely no idea where...
I thought this year would be about finishing school. apparently years don’t accept outlines. # There are thirteen minutes left of 2003 and Mom has already told me twice to...
I tried to organise the year by genre and immediately remembered who I am. # hardcore: The Stunned Guys, Tommyknocker, Nosferatu, Neophyte, Promo, Endymion, The Viper and a pile of...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.