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.

Journey & Time

Last Free Friday

Friday. Tea at five, four biscuits, music too loud, no homework. I am appreciating this with the seriousness it deserves. Remember me, Eclipse.

School & Learning

September Threat

Monday. School is approaching. I can feel stationery becoming judgmental. Remember me, Eclipse.

Memory & Time

August

Friday. Mostly Genova. Needed that. Remember me, Eclipse.

School & Learning

School Supplies Have Appeared

Wednesday. New notebooks are appearing in shops. I reject the implication. Remember me, Eclipse.

Music & Sound

Back in It

Saturday. Party tonight after weeks of being comparatively civilised. Hikari said I looked ridiculously happy before we’d even gone inside. I deny this despite photographic evidence. Remember me, Eclipse.

History & Places

Milano

Tuesday. Home. Hikari. Erick. Tia. Mac. Email. My bed. Proper speakers. Also traffic. Nothing is free. Remember me, Eclipse.

Music & Sound

I Miss Noise

Saturday. I love Genova. I miss standing in front of speakers large enough to make bad decisions vibrate out of your body. Both statements remain true. Remember me, Eclipse.

Traditions & Culture

Ferragosto

Wednesday. Heat. Family. Food. Sea. More food. Somebody offering fruit immediately after dessert as though fruit occurs in a separate stomach. Italy functioning normally. Remember me, Eclipse.

Affinity & Heart

Dad’s Version of a Night Out

Saturday. Dinner, walking, talking, home at a time when I would normally only be deciding whether a party is good yet. Dad says this proves his nights are more efficient....

Traditions & Culture

Four, Obviously

Wednesday. Dad put four biscuits beside my tea without comment. Training complete. Remember me, Eclipse.

Spirituality & Faith

Sunday by the Sea

Sunday. Church with Dad, lunch, long walk, sea. I don’t know why faith feels different in different cities when presumably God has not changed jurisdiction. Maybe I change jurisdiction. Remember...