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...
Wednesday. American election coverage everywhere. Numbers, maps, arguments, people on television pointing at things, nobody apparently certain what has happened. Politics currently looks like a mathematics problem where every person...
Sunday. I don’t think questions are the opposite of faith. Sometimes I think refusing to ask anything would mean you were more afraid of the answer than confident in what...
Thursday. Grey sky, grey pavement, black coat. Milano matches the homepage. Remember me, Eclipse.
Tuesday. Halloween seems more visible here every year. People keep saying `”but it’s not really Italian”` while simultaneously organising Halloween things. This appears to be how traditions migrate: first everybody...
Saturday. I spend the week being organised, punctual, good at school, responsible enough to keep everybody calm. Then Saturday arrives and I want noise and lights and black clothes and...
Wednesday. Excellent mark today. Also nearly murdered somebody for repeatedly clicking a pen. Academic performance and spiritual development are apparently unrelated. Remember me, Eclipse.
Sunday. My ears have submitted a complaint regarding last night. Remember me, Eclipse.
Friday. School. Home. Tea at five, four biscuits. Homework. Shower. Clothes all over the bed. Hikari on the phone. Erick changing the plan. Edo sending something I apparently need to...
Tuesday. In actual physics, if you reproduce the same conditions you expect the same result. In web design, you open the same page in another browser and apparently enter a...
Black trousers. Black top. More eyeliner than strictly necessary. Hikari approved. Erick did not. Perfect. Remember me, Eclipse.
Wednesday. Hikari says there is a situation. Erick, who was not invited to participate, says there is definitely a situation. Their evidence is that I keep saying there isn’t one....
Sunday. Rain. Mass. Lunch. Tea at five, four biscuits. Only Happy When It Rains. Yes, obvious. I don’t care. 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.