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...
Alexielle sent me a link tonight with the completely innocent message `”thought you’d like this”` and I would like to establish that this is how she causes trouble. She doesn’t...
Erick is still discussing yesterday’s 6. At this point I expect a press conference. Remember me, Eclipse.
Got a 9 in mathematics today, which I was pleased about for approximately three minutes before noticing one stupid mistake and becoming annoyed that it wasn’t higher. Hikari says this...
There is probably something fundamentally strange about coming home from Mass, still smelling faintly of incense, changing out of the clothes Mom considers sufficiently respectable for church and immediately putting...
Having reconsidered the evidence, I have concluded that the steering was defective. Erick says this is “pathetic.” I have removed him from the investigation. Remember me, Eclipse.
There is a very specific problem with discovering faster music, which is that everything you were listening to before suddenly sounds as though it has become tired. I put on...
Hikari maintains that anything requiring me to explain why it qualifies as music has already lost the argument. This is faulty logic. She also said the bass sounds like somebody...
I think I have discovered music specifically designed to annoy parents, neighbours and possibly several species of household animal. I ended up listening to some hardcore tonight after following what...
I received an ICQ message earlier consisting entirely of `”asl?”` No hello. No name. No indication of why this person had decided I was worth contacting. Just three letters and...
The telephone bill arrived today and I would like to formally complain about the fact that actions have consequences. Mom called me into the kitchen using the particular version of...
I downloaded a file tonight that was almost three megabytes, which in retrospect is not so much a download as a long-term relationship. There are certain things you learn about...
I have just discovered one of the more unsettling side effects of putting things on the Internet: people occasionally read them. I realise this should not have come as a...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.