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.

Logic & Form

Rave Mathematics

Saturday. Four people say `”we’ll meet at eleven.”` One arrives at 10:52. One at 11:07. One at 11:26. One sends a message at 11:18 asking where everybody is. The average...

Networks & Codes

Burned

Tuesday. Burned Edo a CD. Wrote the track list by hand. Made one spelling mistake. Considered rewriting the entire thing. Did rewrite the entire thing. I know. Remember me, Eclipse.

Beauty & Art

Saturday Uniform

Saturday. Black trousers. Black top. Eyeliner. Hair finally cooperating. Erick: `”You always wear black.”` Me: `”And yet every week you act surprised.”` Remember me, Eclipse.

Laws & Universe

Physics Is Still Physics

Wednesday. Very good physics lesson today. I like that the universe continues to obey rules even when humans appear committed to doing otherwise. Remember me, Eclipse.

Memory & Time

September

Sunday. I don’t know how to summarise this month either. Remember me, Eclipse.

Affinity & Heart

Genova

Saturday. Dad and I spent most of the afternoon walking. He didn’t ask why I wanted to come down this weekend. I think he knew. Remember me, Eclipse.

Music & Sound

Loud Again

Saturday. Went out. Felt strange for approximately fifteen minutes. Then didn’t. I’m learning not to distrust that. Remember me, Eclipse.

Body & Energy

Friday Is Starting to Feel Like Friday Again

Friday. School. Good mark. Tea. Four biscuits. Music. Hikari called about tomorrow. Normality returns in tiny pieces. Remember me, Eclipse.

Affinity & Heart

No Party

Saturday. Stayed with Hikari and Erick. Nobody really felt like going anywhere loud. We ate, talked, changed subject, returned to the same subject, changed it again. That’s all. Remember me,...

Questions & Musings

School Anyway

Wednesday. We went to school. Of course we did. That’s the strange part after something enormous happens somewhere in the world: buses still arrive, teachers take attendance, somebody forgets a...

Crisis & Rebirth

I Don’t Know What to Write

Tuesday. I came home and the television was on and then it stayed on. I don’t have anything intelligent to add. Everybody is saying things because silence feels impossible, but...

School & Learning

Back Again

Monday. Back at school. Hikari looked approximately the same as three days ago, which is disappointing because first-day traditions apparently require dramatic transformations. Erick commented on my clothes before saying...