Two Minutes
Everybody is shouting downstairs and I can hear somebody telling me to come away from the computer. Hikari called earlier. Erick changed one detail of the plan approximately eleven times....
Essence & Future
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.
Networks & Codes
FINAL_final_REAL.html
Saturday. Spent part of today backing things up and discovered that I am exactly the kind of person I make fun of. I have files called `index_old.html`, `index_new.html`, `index2.html`, `index_final.html`...
Music & Sound
The List Problem
Friday. Edo sent me his list. I disagreed with enough of it that he accused me of making my own list purely to annoy him. This is false. Partly false....
Journey & Time
What Day Is It
Wednesday. I checked before writing that because I genuinely had no idea. The days between Christmas and New Year have no structure. Breakfast happens late. Lunch happens later. Somebody offers...
Traditions & Culture
Christmas Day
Monday. I am so full I may never need food again. This statement will expire tomorrow morning. Christmas was good. Really good, actually. Church, family, presents, phone calls, photographs, lunch...
Traditions & Culture
Christmas Eve
Sunday. The house has been busy since this morning. Mom has been moving between rooms with the expression she gets when she has twelve things in her head at once...
School & Learning
OUT
Friday. Finished. Finally. I came home and put my school bag down with the deep satisfaction of knowing I do not have to look inside it tomorrow. At five I...
School & Learning
Nobody Is Really at School Anymore
Wednesday. We are still physically attending school, but I don’t think this can accurately be described as education anymore. Everybody is tired. Teachers are tired. Half the conversations begin with...
Beauty & Art
Milano Is Showing Off
Sunday. Went to Mass this morning, then later Mom and I were out in the centre and Milano is absolutely showing off now. Lights everywhere. Shop windows full of things...
School & Learning
9½ Is Allowed to Be Good
Friday. Got 9½ today and managed not to spend the first five minutes looking for the missing half-point. Progress. Hikari actually noticed. I showed her the paper, said I was...
Networks & Codes
I Was Only Going to Change One Thing
Wednesday. I came home from school with every intention of being extremely responsible. I put my bag away, changed, made tea at five, arranged the four biscuits on the plate,...
Traditions & Culture
Christmas Shopping Is Mostly Standing Behind People
Sunday. Hikari and I went out because we both still have Christmas presents to buy and apparently thought today would be a sensible time to do it. It was not....
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.