last november saturday
november deserves to end louder than it began. # Hardcore. Cold outside. Very much not cold inside. December tomorrow. 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...
november deserves to end louder than it began. # Hardcore. Cold outside. Very much not cold inside. December tomorrow. Remember me, Eclipse.
time is rude when it suddenly presents receipts. # Next Friday is December 5. Two years with Yuri. Two. That doesn’t sound possible because parts of our relationship still feel...
sweet nickname. extremely unsweet volume. # Yuri said it in front of Erick again. Erick did the voice. I threatened him. Then we all went out. Tradition. Remember me, Eclipse.
msn has turned conversation into air traffic control. # Four conversations at once tonight. Three girls from blogs and Edo. One girl was upset about her boyfriend. One was showing...
the voice comes in and the room becomes the room again. # Franchino tonight. I have written enough about why. If you know, you know. If you don’t, this blog...
nothing humbles a friday-night outfit like having to politely greet your mother’s colleagues first. # They were here again. Mom’s colleagues have now seen enough versions of me leaving the...
for anybody confused by yesterday: exhibit b. # Hardcore tonight. See? Nobody exploded. Remember me, Eclipse.
pretending not to like a good song has never made anybody more intelligent. # Somebody made The Face tonight when I said I like Britney. Again. `”But you listen to...
my feet requested a meeting. request denied. # Out again. I will regret this tomorrow. Tomorrow’s problem. Remember me, Eclipse.
one night a year everybody else finally admits dressing up is fun. # Halloween. I did something vaguely doll-like because Yuri called me Bambolina while I was deciding what to...
the clocks give an hour back tonight. I accept their apology for march. # Out late. Extra hour. Finally a government policy designed for me. Remember me, Eclipse.
sometimes the healthiest ending to drama is an ordinary conversation. # Valerio messaged tonight. We talked normally. Good. I don’t want him reduced to `”the guy whose girlfriend copied my...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.