Saturday
Went out. Spent money. Laughed too much. Erick was wrong about my trousers. Hikari agrees with me, therefore the matter is closed. Remember me, Eclipse.
Affinity & Heart
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.
Networks & Codes
People Keep Finding This Place
Thursday. Someone emailed me tonight about an entry from months ago. Not yesterday. Not last week. Months. They had apparently been going backwards through the archive. I read their message...
School & Learning
school has returned without apology
Tuesday. Alarm. Darkness. Immediate regret. I had forgotten how offensive getting up for school feels after more than two weeks of choosing my own waking time. Milano looked half asleep...
School & Learning
Tomorrow
Monday. Last day before school. Completely useless day because you cannot enjoy the end of a holiday properly once tomorrow morning has started standing behind everything. I checked my bag...
Spirituality & Faith
sunday
Mass this morning, family lunch, then that strange Sunday afternoon silence when everybody seems to become tired at the same time. I changed into old clothes, went upstairs and put...
Affinity & Heart
We Learned Nothing at the Arcade
Saturday with Hikari and Erick. Sala giochi, obviously. I said before leaving that I wasn’t going to spend much. This statement lasted until approximately the second machine. Erick beat me...
Music & Sound
Deathcore Has Assigned Homework
It is technically Friday now but I haven’t slept, therefore Thursday still has jurisdiction. Edo sent another list tonight. Not a normal list. A Deathcore list, meaning enough names and...
School & Learning
I Found My School Bag
Wednesday. I have begun preparing for school again, which mainly consisted of finding things I deliberately stopped thinking about before Christmas. The school bag was easy. The paper I needed...
Journey & Time
Monday Without School Is Still Monday
I don’t understand how Monday manages to feel like Monday when school isn’t even open. There was nowhere I had to be this morning and still I woke up with...
Questions & Musings
Sunday After the Apocalypse
Woke up late because yesterday technically continued until an unreasonable hour. The house looked slightly wounded this morning: glasses in strange places, things still on the table, chairs moved around,...
Essence & Future
still here
The computer works. The lights work. The telephone works. I have checked the date three times because `01/01/2000` still looks fake, but apparently this is it. Everybody spent months talking...
History & Places
Lecco Is Apparently Not Another Planet
Edo says I speak about Lecco as though he lives in a remote colony accessible only by expedition. I pointed out that from my room everybody not in Milano is...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.