matrix
sometimes the entire point is standing in a dark room and not needing to explain anything. # Matrix tonight. Darker set, more techno, much better than yesterday’s night. Yuri was...
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...
sometimes the entire point is standing in a dark room and not needing to explain anything. # Matrix tonight. Darker set, more techno, much better than yesterday’s night. Yuri was...
nothing says “friday night” like having to cross a room full of adults discussing work while you’re wearing blue eyeshadow. # Mom had colleagues here again. -.- I came home...
new music moves into the house. old music still knows where everything is kept. # I have written a lot about techno lately, so for the record: no, hardcore has...
there are days when the number at the top of the paper fixes your mood before anybody else gets the chance. # Physics: 10. I knew it was good when...
february was sweet. march has discovered voltage. # Electric blue, white, little bits of black. I started at eleven and somehow it is after four, which means I have spent...
twenty-eight days and somehow I still managed to fill them. # End of February. Friday night. I’m writing this before sleeping because tomorrow the layout changes and I know myself...
fifty candles would have been considerably quieter. # Franchino’s birthday tonight. Ricky Le Roy, Mario Più, people everywhere, one of those nights where you know before entering that everybody has...
there is a point where “inspired by” starts wearing your coat. # Saw a Splinder tonight that made me stop. Same sort of header crop as my January layout, little...
yesterday hearts. tonight approximately the opposite sound. # Hardcore tonight. I needed the reset after Valentine’s sweetness. The Viper, Stunned Guys, Tommyknocker in my head, and a CD-R in my...
I dislike compulsory romance and nevertheless expect flowers. human consistency remains poor. # Valentine’s Day. Friday. Convenient. I have a complicated relationship with Valentine’s Day because the idea of scheduling...
blue glitter has a half-life of approximately twenty minutes in a crowded club. # I tried glitter tonight. This was stupid. It looked excellent at home. Tiny blue-silver amount around...
some people become familiar before you’ve ever heard their actual voice. # I was nearly late going out because of MSN. Again. Two girls from Splinder were talking to me...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.