I Need Better Speakers
Saturday. I need better speakers. Mom says I need quieter interests. Negotiations have stalled. Remember me, Eclipse.
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...
Saturday. I need better speakers. Mom says I need quieter interests. Negotiations have stalled. Remember me, Eclipse.
Wednesday. Mimosa everywhere. I like flowers. I also find it slightly funny that complicated ideas can be converted into something you buy on the way home. Maybe symbols are useful...
Mom did not knock today. She simply opened the door, looked at the speakers and looked at me. I turned them down. Communication in this house is becoming extremely efficient....
Friday. 9½. I was pleased for perhaps ten seconds and then saw the mistake. Hikari physically covered it with her hand and said, `”No. Happy first.”` I was happy first....
Tuesday, February 29. I like leap years because they expose the calendar for what it is: a system humans invented and then had to patch because the universe refused to...
Arcade. Hikari won something she claimed she didn’t care about. Erick complained. I laughed. Pizza. Walking around in the cold afterwards because nobody wanted to go home. Sometimes nothing important...
Wednesday. Connected because I needed to ask Alexielle one question. Then Hikari appeared. Then Edo. Then I checked mail. Then somebody had signed the guestbook. Then Alexielle answered the original...
Sunday morning Mass. Sunday lunch with family. Sunday afternoon hardcore from Lecco arriving through a telephone line. These things coexist perfectly well in my life even if written beside one...
Thursday. We are not discussing Monday. Hikari is respecting this by smiling whenever Monday becomes remotely relevant. I may need a new best friend. Remember me, Eclipse.
Monday. Valentine’s Day at school is an excellent demonstration of how people behave when everybody knows everybody else is watching. Flowers. Notes. People walking down corridors they have no academic...
Saturday. Went out. Came home with ringing ears and no regret. There is a moment when the bass is loud enough that it stops sounding like something outside you and...
Someone emailed me today to explain why I should use a PC instead. Not recommend one. Explain why I should use one, as though the blue Mac on my desk...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.