Sunday Recovery Has an Addition
Sunday. Tea. Four biscuits. Yuri called. Recovery improved. Remember me, Eclipse.
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...
Sunday. Tea. Four biscuits. Yuri called. Recovery improved. Remember me, Eclipse.
Saturday. First proper party with Yuri as my boyfriend, which still sounds strange. I was worried it would change everything. It didn’t. It changed small things. Knowing where he was...
Wednesday. I have discovered a new form of academic inefficiency where you read the same paragraph four times because part of your brain is listening for the telephone. This relationship...
Sunday. Mass. Family lunch. Tea at five, four biscuits. Yuri called at 17:23. There is something very funny about ordinary life simply absorbing enormous personal developments. Wednesday: life-changing kiss. Sunday:...
Saturday. Immacolata. Hikari wants details. Tia wants details. Erick claims he does not want details while remaining physically present for the conversation. Nobody is getting details. Remember me, Eclipse.
Friday. No school. Milano full of people. Went out with Yuri for part of the day and discovered that walking beside somebody when he is your boyfriend feels completely different...
Thursday. Woke up. Still have boyfriend. Checked for scientific consistency. Remember me, Eclipse.
Wednesday. So. I have a boyfriend. That sentence looks completely ridiculous sitting there. I have deleted it twice and typed it again twice and unfortunately it remains accurate. Yuri and...
Monday. Yuri called after dinner. We’re seeing each other Wednesday. Hikari says `”seeing each other”` is doing heroic amounts of grammatical work. Remember me, Eclipse.
Saturday. Party. Yuri. Hikari looking at me. Me refusing to look at Hikari because I know exactly what her face is doing without visual confirmation. We spent a lot of...
Friday. School good. Genova good. Music good. Site good. No further categories require comment. Remember me, Eclipse.
Tuesday. Hikari, Erick and Tia now apparently constitute a committee. I reject its authority. 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.