Summer
Wednesday. First official day of summer. Spent a significant portion of it indoors at a computer with the blinds adjusted against the sun. Nature is probably disappointed in me. Remember...
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. First official day of summer. Spent a significant portion of it indoors at a computer with the blinds adjusted against the sun. Nature is probably disappointed in me. Remember...
Mass, lunch, tea, four biscuits, music, Mac. No homework for Monday. I keep remembering this and becoming happy again. Remember me, Eclipse.
I have just noticed the time. Summer Internet is dangerous. Remember me, Eclipse.
Monday, except there is no school tomorrow, so Monday is just a word. Woke up late. Stayed at the Mac too long. Went out after lunch. Came home in time...
Saturday. School is over. That’s the post. Remember me, Eclipse.
Thursday. The classroom smells like warm paper and everybody is sticking to the desks. Good result today. Hikari made me promise not to inspect it for defects until we were...
Monday. Why. Remember me, Eclipse.
Friday. It’s hot and everybody has mentally left school already. Unfortunately our bodies are still required to attend. Remember me, Eclipse.
Wednesday. Too many tests. Good marks. Too much music. Too little sleep. Four biscuits per tea. No moderation detected. Remember me, Eclipse.
Friday. Tea at five, four biscuits, Special. Finished everything before dinner. There is a particular kind of peace that only exists when you know nobody can reasonably tell you that...
Tuesday. Beautiful weather outside. Test inside. This should be illegal. Remember me, Eclipse.
Hikari noticed somebody looking at me. I noticed Hikari noticing. We are both pretending neither thing happened. 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.