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 written

From the archive.

Traditions & Culture

Dad Has Learned

Wednesday. Dad put tea down at five with four biscuits beside it without asking. This is how traditions win. Remember me, Eclipse.

Journey & Time

Genova for Longer

Saturday. Staying with Dad for a while. Tia came over this afternoon and immediately inspected everything I brought as though customs had appointed her personally. I have enough black clothing...

Memory & Time

July

Wednesday. Eighteen. Hardcore Nation. First serious Yuri argument. Genova. Tia. Too much music. Not enough sleep. Adult life currently resembles seventeen with paperwork. Remember me, Eclipse.

Affinity & Heart

Yuri and I Fought

Sunday. Proper argument today. Not cute. Not one of those disagreements couples retell later because secretly nothing was at stake. We both got angry and both became more interested in...

Music & Sound

Current Rotation

Wednesday. Current musical situation: Mauro Picotto when I want something immediate, Mario Più when I want energy, Ricky Le Roy when I want the room stretched out, Franchino when I...

Affinity & Heart

Eighteen in Genova

Saturday. First Genova weekend as a legal adult. Dad has confirmed this changes absolutely nothing regarding his right to ask where I’m going and when I’ll be back. Tia says...

Body & Energy

Eighteen Did Not Fix My Knees

Sunday. Tea. Four biscuits. Pain. Remember me, Eclipse.

Music & Sound

HARDCORE NATION

Saturday. Hardcore Nation at Matrix, five days after turning eighteen. There are more traditional ways to inaugurate adulthood but none I currently prefer. This was proper hardcore, the sort of...

Questions & Musings

Adult, Day Three

Wednesday. Adulthood report: Still dislike waking up early. No wisdom detected. Remember me, Eclipse.

Essence & Future

EIGHTEEN

Monday. Eighteen. I expected nothing to happen and was still faintly disappointed when nothing happened. Same face. Same hair. Same room. Same computer. Apparently adulthood does not install overnight. The...