Do Not Say It
Thursday. Nobody say September. Nobody say school. Thank you. Remember me, Eclipse.
School & Learning
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.
Body & Energy
Proper Tea
Sunday. Five o’clock. My room. My cup. Four biscuits. Mac beside me. Milk playing. I like travelling. I also like coming home. Remember me, Eclipse.
Networks & Codes
Blue
Thursday. Turned on the blue Mac and felt a completely unreasonable amount of affection toward a machine I’ve owned for years. Then I opened my mail and immediately became less...
History & Places
Milano
Monday. Back. Missed Milano. Already miss Genova. This seems unnecessarily complicated. Remember me, Eclipse.
Networks & Codes
Paper Internet
Friday. I have no Mac in front of me and have still managed to redesign part of the site in a notebook. Apparently the computer was never the problem. Remember...
Traditions & Culture
Ferragosto
Tuesday. Family lunch. Heat. Too much food. Somebody saying `”just a little”` while serving an amount that could support a small village. Ferragosto functioning normally. Remember me, Eclipse.
Logic & Form
Same Machines, Different Sea
Saturday. Found an arcade. Lost money. Apparently geography has no effect on my financial decision-making. Remember me, Eclipse.
Networks & Codes
INTERNET
Wednesday. Found Internet access. There are 84 messages. I take back my enthusiasm. Remember me, Eclipse.
Traditions & Culture
Four Biscuits in Genova
Sunday. Dad made tea and put three biscuits on the plate. I looked at him. He looked at the plate. `”Seriously?”` Yes. He added one. Good man. Remember me, Eclipse.
Networks & Codes
Confession
Thursday. The sea is beautiful. I miss my Mac. Dad, don’t. Remember me, Eclipse.
Memory & Time
July Ends Here
Monday. Sat near the water with Dad today and talked about almost nothing. I like conversations that don’t need to accomplish anything. Remember me, Eclipse.
History & Places
Genova
Friday. Focaccia. Wind. Dad. Sea. Walking until my feet complained. Genova still does that thing where a street suddenly opens and there is water at the end of it. Milano...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.