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. Equations give you the information and expect you to work out the answer. People give you half the information, conceal another quarter, contradict themselves and then expect you to...
Mass in the morning, HTML in the afternoon, hardcore tonight. Nobody is required to understand the complete system. Remember me, Eclipse.
Friday. School. Rain. Home. Tea at five, four biscuits, Milk. Twenty minutes doing nothing. Possibly the best twenty minutes of the week. Remember me, Eclipse.
Tuesday. I was going to change one thing on the site. One. The spacing looked wrong. Fixing the spacing made the border look wrong. Fixing the border made the colour...
Saturday. Edo says he is giving up hardcore. Erick says he bought sensible trousers. April Fool’s Day would be more effective if people chose believable lies. Remember me, Eclipse.
Thursday. My contact lists are becoming ridiculous. Connect and immediately: somebody online, somebody away, somebody typing, somebody sending a URL, Edo with music, Hikari asking something she could have asked...
Sunday. The clocks changed and an hour disappeared. Everybody accepts this because apparently collective agreement makes time theft legal. Remember me, Eclipse.
Friday. Edo says I talk about Lecco as though he lives in another country. Online he is approximately one second away. Geography has become personally offensive. Remember me, Eclipse.
Tuesday. Calendar says spring. Coat says otherwise. Remember me, Eclipse.
Sunday. Dad called from Genova. We talked about school, when I’m coming down, the sea, whether I spend too much time online and what he had for lunch. Somehow conversations...
Good mark. Good mood. No analysis. I am trying something new. Remember me, Eclipse.
Tuesday. Someone online pointed out that Americans write today’s date 3/14, therefore pi. Completely useless information. I love it. I started reading one thing after tea and somehow ended up...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.