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.

Music & Sound

FilaForum

Friday. Hardcore Nation. FilaForum. I have been trying to decide how to write this without producing the textual equivalent of shouting, and I’m not sure it can be done. The...

Logic & Form

Sunday Mathematics

Sunday. Mass, lunch, tea, four biscuits, mathematics. Not a bad day, despite appearances. Remember me, Eclipse.

School & Learning

May Has Open Windows

Thursday. Warm enough for open classroom windows. Terrible development. There is an entire city outside and we’re expected to care about the board. Remember me, Eclipse.

Memory & Time

April

Monday. Rain, school, Genova, music, one very good Saturday, too many HTML changes and four biscuits continuing to hold civilisation together. Remember me, Eclipse.

History & Places

Genoa, Again Again

Saturday. Dad says I no longer count as a guest because I know where everything is. Correct. Remember me, Eclipse.

History & Places

Liberation Day

Wednesday. No school. History is strange when a date is simultaneously something in a textbook and the reason you are sleeping late. I should probably have a more sophisticated observation....

Music & Sound

Saturday Was Necessary

Saturday. Good party. Not legendary. Not life-changing. Just good. I think people ruin nights by requiring every one to become a story. Sometimes you dance, laugh, lose Hikari for six...

Affinity & Heart

Hikari Has That Face Again

Wednesday. There is a particular expression Hikari makes when she has observed something about me and is waiting to see how long it takes me to notice it myself. I...

Traditions & Culture

Easter

Sunday. Church, family, lunch without visible end, chocolate, more chocolate, somebody insisting I eat something savoury because apparently this restores moral order. No tea. Four biscuits would have been an...

Networks & Codes

Winamp Is Eating My Evening

Wednesday. Changed skins. Changed back. Organised MP3s. Disagreed with my own organisation. Reorganised them. Edo came online and sent more. Digital housekeeping has failed. Remember me, Eclipse.

Affinity & Heart

Genova Is Not an Escape Hatch

Saturday. Dad asked whether I keep coming because something is wrong in Milano. No. I think I come because both places are mine and I’m old enough now to choose...

Journey & Time

Weekend Bag

Friday. Going to Genova again tomorrow. Mom says I spend half my life packing and unpacking. This is exaggerated. Possibly 30%. Remember me, Eclipse.