My Desk Has Layers
Tuesday. I spent twenty minutes looking for a sheet of paper that was underneath another sheet of paper I had moved three times while looking for it. I can solve...
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...
Tuesday. I spent twenty minutes looking for a sheet of paper that was underneath another sheet of paper I had moved three times while looking for it. I can solve...
Hikari, Erick, sala giochi, pizza afterwards. I had tea before leaving because we weren’t meeting until later. Four biscuits. Erick arrived while I was finishing the last one and asked...
Thursday. Erick asked a question today that made it obvious Hikari has told him something. Hikari claims she told him nothing. Erick claims he independently observed it. This is worse...
Tuesday. Cold, wet and grey. February has arrived dressed exactly like January. School was fine except my shoes were damp for half the morning, which is enough to make any...
Monday. January is over, which seems impossible because New Year’s Eve still feels close enough that I can remember exactly where everything was on the table. School today was ordinary....
He called. That is all. It is not all. Remember me, Eclipse.
Nothing dramatic happened today. School was fine. I got a good mark. Hikari and I laughed about something during lunch until Erick demanded to know what was funny, at which...
Tuesday. Came home irritated for no particularly important reason, which is sometimes worse because at least important reasons give you something specific to blame. Tea at five, four biscuits, headphones...
Sunday. Mass, lunch, home, tea. Checked the site while drinking it and the counter has crossed another number that makes absolutely no sense to me. I can understand thirty people....
Good mathematics mark. Very little homework. Tea at five. Four biscuits. Friday has been accepted. Remember me, Eclipse.
Wednesday. Hikari has decided something is happening involving Matteo. Nothing is happening involving Matteo. He spoke to me after school. People speak. This is a recognised social behaviour. We talked...
Monday wasn’t terrible today. It was simply long, which is a different complaint. School until my brain started measuring the final lesson in individual minutes, then home a little after...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.