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Saturday. Almost. That is all you’re getting. 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...
Saturday. Almost. That is all you’re getting. Remember me, Eclipse.
Wednesday. The annoying thing about liking somebody is that you become interested in information that would be completely irrelevant if supplied by anybody else. What time they got home. What...
Saturday. Genova. Dad asked who Yuri is. I had not mentioned Yuri. Apparently I smiled at my phone. I would like a lawyer. Remember me, Eclipse.
Wednesday. Between the Internet and Yuri I suspect telecommunications companies are personally invested in my social life. Remember me, Eclipse.
Saturday. Yuri came out with us. Hikari said nothing. This was significantly worse than if she’d said something. Remember me, Eclipse.
Tuesday. Yuri called. Not for anything dramatic. We talked for almost an hour anyway. At one point there was a silence and normally telephone silence makes me immediately start searching...
Saturday. No comment. Remember me, Eclipse.
Wednesday. I am not writing Yuri in the monthly summary. Remember me, Eclipse.
Saturday. Yuri was there tonight. I knew he might be there. This apparently means, according to Hikari, that I spent too long choosing a top. This is slander. I always...
Wednesday. There is a boy called Yuri. That is the complete update. Hikari, stop smiling. Remember me, Eclipse.
Saturday. Everybody went out in Milano. I came to Genova. I thought I’d regret it around eleven. I didn’t. Dad and I had dinner, walked, came home and watched something...
Wednesday. Hikari has begun smirking about somebody. I am not giving her material. This post does not count as material. 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.