Museum Sunday
We went to a museum today because the weather looked determined to remain grey and I wanted to spend the afternoon somewhere interesting without having to fight the wind. I...
Beauty & Art
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.
Traditions & Culture
New Books
I went out this morning intending to buy one book and came home with three. I would like to explain that this was not a failure of discipline but a...
Personal Diary
The Pub After Dinner
We decided to go out after dinner because it was Friday and neither of us felt like spending the whole evening at home. I had been at my desk most...
Questions & Musings
Watching People from the Windows
I spent ten minutes this morning watching a man attempt to park his bicycle in a space that was clearly too small. I wasn’t deliberately spying. I was drinking coffee...
Home & Daily Life
The House in the Centre
I came home this evening carrying a bag of groceries, my handbag, a folded umbrella and a packet of something I had bought because the packaging looked interesting. By the...
Personal Diary
The Good Sides of Winter
I woke up late with the curtains still drawn and the vague feeling that somebody had replaced my legs with furniture during the night. Yuri was already awake, although he...
Music & Sound
Hardcore Saturday
Saturday has technically become Sunday while I have been sitting here, but I am keeping the title because the night began on Saturday and I refuse to let a clock...
Personal Diary
Vrijdag
I knew it was Friday before I even opened my eyes this morning because Yuri’s alarm went off and I didn’t immediately resent it. That is how the end of...
Home & Daily Life
Very Dutch Mornings
This morning I was halfway down the stairs when I realised I had forgotten my gloves. I went back up, found them on the table, came down again and then...
Music & Sound
The Music That Remains
I found out about David Bowie this morning while I was getting ready for work, and for a moment I simply stood in the kitchen looking at my phone. It...
Music & Sound
Starman
I came back to the laptop after dinner because I had one song stuck in my head and wanted to hear it properly before going to bed. It was “Starman.”...
Beauty & Art
The Cold That Makes Everything Sharper
The cold caught me the moment I opened the front door this morning. Not the damp sort that creeps through your clothes while you are pretending the weather is acceptable,...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.