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...
cold outside, absolutely no seasonal awareness inside. # Proper autumn nightlife again. Techno, Franchino, familiar people, coat becoming an administrative problem immediately after entering. I missed this. Remember me, Eclipse.
six months later the internet would like updated records. # name: Alice blog: Eclipse msn: Bambolina more often than Eclipse now why: Yuri. blame him. age: 19 hair: blonde colour:...
“necessary” is a very boring measurement for saturday. # Harder tonight. Exactly. Remember me, Eclipse.
ctrl+c is a keyboard shortcut, not a creative process. # Another one. Same sidebar headings. Same order. Similar profile layout. Different girl. I stared at it for maybe thirty seconds...
not every night needs a thesis. # Good music. Good people. Home late. That’s it. Remember me, Eclipse.
genre consistency remains somebody else’s hobby. # Christina while getting ready. Garbage while changing clothes. Techno later. Hardcore CD for the car. Nobody was harmed. Remember me, Eclipse.
october is blue after somebody switches the room lights off. # Midnight blue, silver, white. Darker but not black. I tried black and immediately thought it looked like somebody else’s...
I celebrated one year on splinder by leaving the computer and going dancing. healthy symbolism. # Changed three things in the CSS. Went out. Perfect anniversary. Remember me, Eclipse.
a website becomes a place when you stop noticing you’re entering it. # Almost a year here. That’s strange. Splinder was initially somewhere I moved the blog. Now it is...
nobody at the door asked where I see myself in five years. excellent venue. # Hardcore. That is my answer. Remember me, Eclipse.
if there are folders on the coffee table and angel in the hallway, I already know what’s happening downstairs. # Mom’s colleagues again. I genuinely think they have forgotten offices...
some sounds attach themselves to a year before the year is even finished. # Franchino tonight. I already know that years from now, if somebody plays me the right voice...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.