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.

Spirituality & Faith

Friday Pretending to Be Sunday

Today really did feel like Sunday. I woke up late again, heard Mom moving around downstairs and spent several minutes trying to work out what day it was before remembering...

Traditions & Culture

Sant’Ambrogio, Cold Hands and Absolutely No School

I woke up at 8:12 this morning, looked at the clock and had that horrible half-second where I thought I was late for school before remembering there wasn’t any school....

School & Learning

Teachers Can Smell Christmas

Tuesday. The closer we get to Christmas, the more teachers suddenly remember things they would like to test. Coincidence seems unlikely. Remember me, Eclipse.

Spirituality & Faith

Winter Tea

Sunday. Mass, lunch, then home before dark even though it felt like evening ridiculously early. Tea at five, four biscuits. Winter improves the ritual. In summer it’s just a hot...

Journey & Time

December

Friday. December arrived and Milano immediately became shinier and more expensive. Remember me, Eclipse.

Memory & Time

Tomorrow Is December

Thursday. Tomorrow is December. This year has started accelerating like the final part of a download. Remember me, Eclipse.

Body & Energy

Cold Sunday

Sunday. Church, lunch, cold outside. Tea at five tasted particularly correct today. Four biscuits, thick socks, Mac on, nothing urgent. Enough. Remember me, Eclipse.

Networks & Codes

Internet People

Thursday. People say `”people on the Internet”` as though connecting a modem produces a new species. It doesn’t. There are clever people, boring people, kind people, people who lie, people...

School & Learning

Monday

Monday demonstrated the concept of Monday with almost no original material. Remember me, Eclipse.

Music & Sound

Familiar Songs

Friday. Didn’t want anything new today. Supervixen, Queer, Stupid Girl, Temptation Waits, Special. Sometimes you don’t want music to surprise you. You want songs that already know where everything is....

Memory & Time

Evidence

Tuesday. Alexielle found an old screenshot of the homepage. I would like the Internet to develop fire. Remember me, Eclipse.

Affinity & Heart

Saturday Therapy

Saturday. Sala giochi with Hikari and Erick. Lost imaginary races. Won one. Erick disputed result. Stress reduced anyway. Remember me, Eclipse.