last saturday
the last saturday of the year has no obligation to behave responsibly. # It didn’t. Neither did we. Remember me, Eclipse.
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...
the last saturday of the year has no obligation to behave responsibly. # It didn’t. Neither did we. Remember me, Eclipse.
the day after christmas exists primarily to prove yesterday contained too much food. # Nothing important today. Leftovers. MSN. Music. Britney followed by Nosferatu because apparently I enjoy making Winamp...
today the computer can wait. not all day, obviously. let’s not become unrealistic. # Christmas. Family. Presents. Food. More food. Somebody asking whether I want more food while I am...
some nights are loud without speakers. # Christmas Eve. Family, food, church, messages arriving constantly, phone calls, people I love existing in several cities at once. Dad from Genova. Tia....
christmas spirit and hardcore can negotiate shared custody of the weekend. # Hardcore before Christmas. Perfectly reasonable. Remember me, Eclipse.
milano is beautiful in december. if anybody quotes me I will deny it. # Went out. Christmas lights everywhere. Cold enough that leaving the house seemed like a terrible idea...
philosophy yesterday. hardcore today. division of labour. # Stunned Guys. Tommyknocker. Nosferatu. Neophyte. The Viper somewhere in the mental rotation all day before I even left. Hard night. Happy. No...
it took me most of the year to understand that a copied page and a copied life are not the same problem. # Another girl has borrowed enough from the...
some traditions are important because nobody has to explain why they’re happening again. # Sant’Ambrogio. Quieter today because Friday and Saturday have successfully removed most of my energy. Milano feels...
apparently romance has a techno afterparty. # Out again. Yesterday sweet. Today loud. Excellent system. Remember me, Eclipse.
somebody can become part of your routine so gradually that an anniversary feels like discovering the routine has a date. # Two years with Yuri today. I don’t want to...
december puts stars on everything and for once I am not arguing. # Midnight blue, silver, white, icy-blue links, tiny stars. Christmas but mine. No red-green explosion. I tried adding...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.