Monday, Properly Boring
Monday. School. Excellent mark. Tea. Four biscuits. Homework. MSN. Shower. Bed soon. I am strangely grateful for boring. Remember me, Eclipse.
School & Learning
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.
Memory & Time
March
Saturday. Not summarising this month. Remember me, Eclipse.
School & Learning
School Does Not Care About Existential Developments
Thursday. Tests still happen even when your brain has been thinking about death, music, friendship and whether people are reckless or simply young. This is probably healthy. Mathematics does not...
Journey & Time
An Hour Vanished Again
Sunday. Daylight saving time. One hour stolen. Tea remained at five because I refuse to let governments interfere with biscuits. Remember me, Eclipse.
Crisis & Rebirth
I Still Went Out
Saturday. I almost stayed home. Then I went. I don’t know whether that makes sense. Maybe it doesn’t. The mood was different at first because everybody had heard and everybody...
Crisis & Rebirth
Somebody Died
Thursday. I wasn’t going to write this because I don’t know what I’m allowed to say when I didn’t know him properly. Somebody from the scene died. I heard one...
Body & Energy
Tea Is Medicine
Sunday. Four biscuits. No questions. Remember me, Eclipse.
Music & Sound
Last Night Was Enormous
Saturday. I have no idea how many people were there. Enough that finding anybody after losing them became an engineering problem. Heat, smoke, flyers under everybody’s shoes, lights cutting through...
Laws & Universe
3.14 Again
Wednesday. Pi day if you write dates incorrectly. I remain amused despite the methodological problem. Remember me, Eclipse.
Affinity & Heart
Dad Knows
Saturday. Dad knows when something is bothering me before I decide whether something is bothering me. This is inconvenient. We were walking after lunch and he asked one completely ordinary...
Journey & Time
Train Tomorrow
Friday. Genova tomorrow morning. Bag packed. Four outfits for approximately thirty-six hours. This is reasonable because weather exists. Dad says I need one pair of jeans. Dad is not involved...
School & Learning
Monday Is Not a Personality
Monday was completely normal and I resent it for taking this long. 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.