Tweede Kerstdag
The second day of Christmas began with me waking up late and feeling wonderfully pleased that the holiday was not finished yesterday. I love that the Netherlands gives Christmas a...
Personal Diary
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.
Personal Diary
Eerste Kerstdag
Christmas morning began with me waking up before Yuri and lying beside him for a while, listening to the quiet house. The window was pale with winter light, the room...
Personal Diary
Kerstavond
Christmas Eve began with me standing in the kitchen wearing pyjamas, holding coffee and looking at the decorations as though I had never seen them before. The house was warm,...
Personal Diary
Christmas Shopping
Christmas shopping began with me making a list and immediately losing it somewhere between the kitchen and the front door. I found it eventually under a magazine, which was not...
Personal Diary
And Now the Light Comes Back
I woke up this morning and looked at the dark window with the satisfaction of somebody who knows a secret. The days are getting longer now. Not enough to make...
Personal Diary
Shortest Day
The shortest day is nearly over, and I am sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, looking at the dark window and thinking about how much of...
Personal Diary
The Sunday Before Christmas
The Sunday before Christmas began with me standing in the kitchen in pyjamas, looking at the list of things we still needed to do and deciding that coffee should come...
Personal Diary
Holiday Mode
Holiday mode began this morning with me waking up late, making coffee and deciding that the house needed more Christmas music. Yuri was already downstairs, and when I put on...
Personal Diary
Candles
I bought another candle today, which brings the total number in our house to a figure I have decided not to calculate. Yuri looked at the bag when I came...
Personal Diary
The House
I came home this evening and found Yuri standing in the kitchen trying to decide where to put a small decoration I had bought yesterday. He was holding it carefully,...
Music & Life
Still a Perfectly Sensible Combination
I was making dinner tonight with a country song playing when the next track in the playlist suddenly became something much harder. Yuri looked up from the table and laughed....
Music & Sound
Hardcore Christmas
I began Monday morning listening to hardcore while putting on makeup, which was probably not the most traditional Christmas atmosphere but felt perfectly normal to me. Yesterday the house belonged...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.