Halfway
Sunday. Half of 2002. School excellent. Yuri still here. Hikari has Marico. Erick has Mark and approximately seventeen domestic complications. Tia belongs to Genova exactly as she always did. Edo...
Memory & Time
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.
Journey & Time
Eleven Days
Thursday. Eleven days until eighteen. I am not counting. I simply know the exact number accidentally. Remember me, Eclipse.
Music & Sound
Milano at Night
Saturday. Yuri, Hikari, Marico, Erick. No Mark tonight because Erick’s mother has somehow made Mark the explanation for anything she dislikes, including things that happened before they met. Erick pretended...
Affinity & Heart
Genova
Sunday. Dad, Tia, focaccia, sea. Tia says I talk about turning eighteen as though immigration officials are waiting at the border of July 8. She is not wrong. Remember me,...
Body & Energy
Tea Without Homework
Friday. Tea at five. Four biscuits. When I Grow Up. No homework sitting beside the cup waiting to ruin the atmosphere. Summer is a superior political system. Remember me, Eclipse.
School & Learning
FREE
Monday. Finished. Excellent results. No alarm tomorrow. I would like this sentence framed. Remember me, Eclipse.
School & Learning
Last Tests
Friday. Final mathematics test excellent. Physics excellent. Everything else respectable. Everybody is mentally on holiday already, including several teachers, although they are maintaining professional denial. Remember me, Eclipse.
Body & Energy
Republic of My Legs
Sunday. Republic Day. Tea at five. Four biscuits. My knees have seceded. Remember me, Eclipse.
Music & Sound
GLOBAL NATION
Saturday. Global Nation in Milano and tonight hardcore reminded me that no matter how fascinated I become with techno, there is still a part of me that wants absolutely no...
Music & Sound
Tomorrow
Friday. Global Nation tomorrow. School is nearly finished. I have already changed my mind about what I’m wearing. Twice. Remember me, Eclipse.
Music & Sound
Edo Wins One
Wednesday. Edo sent me Endymion and several other things tonight because he has apparently appointed himself guardian of my hardcore education. One of them was excellent. I told him. He...
School & Learning
Almost Finished
Friday. The weather says summer. The classroom says sit down. Hostile architecture. Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.