It Is Not Just Noise
Saturday. Somebody tonight said hardcore all sounds the same. I asked how much of it he’d actually listened to. `”Enough.”` This is one of those answers that means none. I...
Music & Sound
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
February
Wednesday. Short month. Felt long. Remember me, Eclipse.
Networks & Codes
I Am Not Redesigning
Sunday. I am not redesigning the site. I am simply changing almost everything visible on it. There is a difference. Alexielle disagrees. Remember me, Eclipse.
Music & Sound
Space Trip
Friday. Bought music and came home poorer but structurally improved. I can spend twenty minutes deciding whether a top is too expensive and then encounter music I want and suddenly...
School & Learning
Physics Won
Tuesday. Excellent physics mark. I looked at the mistake I made for approximately seven seconds. Hikari says this constitutes major personal growth. Remember me, Eclipse.
History & Places
Genova, Rain
Saturday. Genova this weekend. Rain against Dad’s windows this morning and the sea the colour of metal. We went out anyway because Dad considers weather a suggestion. Focaccia eaten while...
Questions & Musings
Valentine’s Anthropology II
Wednesday. Valentine’s Day at school remains one of the best annual opportunities to study human dishonesty. People who care pretend they don’t. People who don’t care make elaborate speeches about...
Body & Energy
Alive
Sunday. Tea. Four biscuits. Human status: approximately 63%. Remember me, Eclipse.
Music & Sound
The Outside Part
Saturday. Another party. The part nobody describes properly is outside afterwards. Inside everybody is indestructible because there are lights and bass and movement and you’re too warm and somebody is...
Affinity & Heart
Tia Has Opinions
Wednesday. Tia has decided I am attracted to a person I am not attracted to. Hikari has refused to participate, which means Hikari probably agrees with Tia and is simply...
Spirituality & Faith
Sunday.exe Still Runs
Sunday. Mass. Family lunch. Homework. Tea. Four biscuits. Hardcore later. Apparently this operating system remains stable. Remember me, Eclipse.
Body & Energy
Friday at Five
Friday. Came home freezing, changed into something warm, made tea at five and put exactly four biscuits beside the cup. You Look So Fine on the stereo. No conversation. No...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.