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...
Deathcore’s actual name is Edo, which is considerably less threatening. He lives in Lecco and has already started sending me names of tracks and DJs faster than I can write...
Deathcore has more hardcore than I do. This situation must be corrected. Remember me, Eclipse.
One of the strangest things about spending more time online is slowly realising just how many completely different kinds of people are sitting behind all of these screens. At first...
Went back to the sala giochi. Spent too much. Played the driving game again. Lost once. Won once. Erick disputes the second result because apparently the machine itself is now...
Hikari and I consumed an unnecessary amount of sugar this afternoon and then spent approximately twenty minutes laughing at something neither of us could adequately explain afterwards. There is a...
There is absolutely no intelligent reason to be on ICQ at 1:43 in the morning on a school night. This does not appear to prevent anybody from doing it. Late-night...
I did not use the headphones. This was an error in judgement. The entire house now knows approximately what 180 BPM feels like. Remember me, Eclipse.
Mom walked past my room while the tape was playing, stopped, walked backwards and stood in the doorway. `”Is that supposed to sound like that?”` This is becoming the standard...
I am now online trying to identify a track based on approximately three useful details and one sound I cannot spell. Search engines were not designed for this. Remember me,...
I have acquired a cassette that may be dangerous. Somebody passed it along with the sort of casual attitude normally reserved for lending somebody a pen, and I put it...
Valentine’s Day becomes significantly more ridiculous when it occurs at school because suddenly perfectly ordinary interactions acquire investigative significance. Somebody gives somebody chocolate and within twenty minutes approximately thirty people...
Today contained absolutely nothing important and was therefore excellent. Hikari, Erick and I went out, ended up at the sala giochi, argued over whose turn it was at least twice,...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.