Amsterdam Is Music
Somebody was playing a violin near a bridge this evening. Not particularly well, if I’m being critical. A few notes went somewhere unexpected. But he kept playing, and people kept...
Music & Amsterdam
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.
Music & Amsterdam
Electronic City
There was a man on the tram today explaining synthesizers to somebody who clearly regretted asking. I wasn’t even part of the conversation, and by the third stop I knew...
Music & Amsterdam
ADE Incoming
I have a list. Of course I have a list. It is three pages long, contains several things that happen at the same time and has already been corrected twice....
Music & Sound
Music Instead
No politics today. That was the rule. I made it while brushing my teeth this morning, which may not be the traditional setting for major personal decisions, but it seemed...
Questions & Society
Which Explain Less Than We Think
A woman at work told me a story about her uncle today. He is apparently generous, funny, always willing to help family members move furniture, and politically impossible to discuss...
Questions & Society
Political Labels
Apparently I am supposed to fit into a box. I haven’t found the correct one. Somebody asked me today whether I considered myself conservative. I said, “About what?” This was...
Questions & Society
Debate
Lunch lasted almost an hour today because somebody mentioned Brexit. That was the beginning of the trouble. Not actual trouble. Nobody shouted or threw food. But one question about what...
Questions & Society
And Other People’s Right to Answer
I got something wrong today. Nothing spectacular. I was talking about a news story and mixed up two details. Yuri corrected me. I insisted I was right, checked, and discovered...
Questions & Society
Freedom of Speech
I deleted a comment before posting it today. Not because I was afraid of what anybody would think. Because I read it twice and realised it was unnecessarily rude. There...
Personal Diary
Friday
Today I spilled coffee on a perfectly clean white shirt at 08:14. I know the time because I looked at the clock immediately afterward, as though the exact minute might...
Questions & Society
Opinions Don’t Change Because They Become Unpopular
Somebody said something at lunch today that has been bothering me ever since. “Well, nobody really thinks that anymore.” I can’t even remember the exact point we were discussing when...
Thoughts & Life
Anniversaries
There is a folder on my computer called AMSTERDAM OLD. I opened it tonight because I was looking for a photograph of our first apartment. I didn’t find the photograph....
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.