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.

Memory & Time

January

Wednesday. Two trips to Genova, school back, several excellent marks, one failed CD, too much Internet, not enough sleep, a party that left my ears offended and approximately forty conversations...

Music & Sound

flyer archaeology

Saturday. My room is accumulating flyers. Some are actually beautiful. Some appear to have been designed by somebody who discovered Photoshop effects and decided restraint was a bourgeois conspiracy. I...

Networks & Codes

The Counter Is Meaningless Again

Wednesday. Another ridiculous number on the counter. I tried to imagine all those people. Failed. Ate a biscuit instead. Remember me, Eclipse.

Affinity & Heart

Genova Again

Saturday. Back in Genova for the weekend. Dad asked whether I’m planning to move in every second Friday. I told him not to tempt me because Milano currently contains school....

Networks & Codes

CD-R

Thursday. Burning a CD feels like an activity that should require laboratory supervision. Edo sent me a list, I had my own list, then I changed the order approximately six...

Body & Energy

Sunday Has Consequences

Sunday. Woke up feeling as though somebody had replaced my legs with badly assembled copies. Mom looked at me at breakfast and said nothing, which was worse than commentary. Mass....

Music & Sound

Saturday Has Become Loud Again

Saturday. First proper night out of the year and I had forgotten how much preparation can be required to look as though you didn’t try very hard. Clothes on bed....

School & Learning

School Has Reopened Its Case Against Me

Wednesday. Back. Hikari looked awake at 8 in the morning, which I continue to regard as suspicious. Erick had forgotten something before the first proper lesson, which restored the natural...

Journey & Time

Back Up the A7

Monday. Back in Milano. I always come home from Genova carrying the smell of Dad’s house on my clothes and then lose it without noticing. That bothers me more than...

History & Places

Genoa in Winter

Saturday. I’m in Genova with Dad. Came down yesterday and the train journey did that strange thing where Milano slowly disappears and by the time you arrive it feels as...

Body & Energy

Four

Wednesday. Tea at five. Four biscuits. Special playing. Nothing due tomorrow. Nobody currently requiring anything from me. I would like to preserve this exact hour in a jar. Remember me,...

Essence & Future

2001

Monday. I came upstairs because I wanted to see what `01/01/2001` looked like written here. It looks like a year from a film where everybody should be wearing silver clothes...