msn city
my buddy list now contains people I know, people I sort of know and people whose entire lives I know without knowing their surnames. # MSN has become absurd. Edo...
Networks & Codes
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
some routines survived graduation
school ended. saturday apparently did not receive the notice. # Techno. Yuri. Hikari and Marico. Erick. Familiar faces. Familiar room. Familiar feeling. Useful, actually. Remember me, Eclipse.
Memory & Time
friday without escape
friday feels different when you haven’t spent five days waiting for it. # Went out tonight and realised the anticipation has changed. Friday used to mean the school week was...
Networks & Codes
layout 09 // school blue without school
september used to arrive with notebooks. this one arrived with forms and no timetable. # Dark blue, white, grey. It looks almost like school stationery, which is ironic because for...
Music & Sound
end of august
summer is ending but nobody has informed the temperature. # Hardcore tonight. Exactly right. Remember me, Eclipse.
Journey & Time
milano smells like home too
you can miss two places at the same time. inconvenient but apparently possible. # Back in Milano. Put my bag down, walked upstairs, blue Mac, room, everything exactly where I...
Networks & Codes
the # thing
apparently even my tiny line above the post has started travelling. # A girl from another blog messaged me tonight with `”have you seen this?”` and sent a link. Somebody...
Music & Sound
edo’s radio station
friendship is apparently receiving aggressive music files with no greeting attached. # Edo tonight: `Deathcore: sending` `Bambolina: hello` `Deathcore: hi` `Bambolina: what are you sending` `Deathcore: LISTEN` Nosferatu, Endymion, Promo,...
Music & Sound
again? yes.
yesterday was apparently not sufficient. # Out again. My feet disagree with my lifestyle. Remember me, Eclipse.
Traditions & Culture
ferragosto
italy has collectively agreed that productivity is somebody else’s problem today. # Ferragosto. Heat. Food. People. Music. Late night. Nothing useful accomplished. Tradition respected perfectly. Remember me, Eclipse.
Body & Energy
blonde + salt = disaster
the sea is good for my head and criminal toward my hair. # My hair currently feels like rope. Still worth it. Went out with Tia. She laughed at it....
Journey & Time
genova blue
I spend all year using blue and then come here and realise I have been approximating. # Genova again. Dad. Tia. Sea. Focaccia. The usual words because the usual things...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.