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...
The advantage of mathematics is that when something goes wrong there is generally a reason and, with enough patience, you can locate it. People should consider adopting this system. With...
Erick dislikes my new trousers. This is excellent news because Erick liking them would have forced me to reconsider the purchase. He says they’re too wide. I said that’s the...
There are situations in life where maturity is useful. The sala giochi is not one of them. Erick beat one of my scores today and made the catastrophic mistake of...
Excellent science test. I should probably be modest about this, but modesty is much easier when you don’t spend an embarrassing amount of time studying and then secretly expect the...
Mom has rejected the proposal. She also asked whether the purpose of better speakers would be to make that music louder. I made the tactical error of hesitating. Remember me...
My speakers are no longer adequate. This is not an opinion. This is an engineering conclusion based on repeated testing. Unfortunately Mom believes the existing speakers continue to produce sound...
Edo has found something faster. I had assumed there was eventually a point where increasing the BPM would cause music to become a continuous tone or possibly open a hole...
Alexielle looked through my bookmarks today and asked why approximately seventy percent of them now involve music. I said this is an exaggeration. We counted. It is not an exaggeration....
Hikari says people you meet online are weird. Hikari has now spent forty minutes chatting online with somebody she has never met. I am documenting this for historical purposes. Remember...
This morning: church bells, organ, people turning pages, the strange quiet that happens just before Mass begins. Tonight: headphones, kick drums, Edo sending me another title in capital letters because...
Exchanging music over a modem requires the sort of patience normally associated with religious devotion. Edo and I decided to trade a few things tonight, which sounds simple until you...
Edo sent me three tracks. I require approximately seven more immediately. This is how dependency begins. Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.