Country Christmas
Country Christmas arrived in our kitchen this morning without warning. I put on a Christmas song while making coffee, then another, and before Yuri had finished breakfast the house had...
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...
Country Christmas arrived in our kitchen this morning without warning. I put on a Christmas song while making coffee, then another, and before Yuri had finished breakfast the house had...
I woke up this morning and checked the news about the climate talks in Paris before I had finished my coffee. By the evening, the Paris Agreement had been adopted,...
Paris has been on my mind for two very different reasons this month. The terrible events of November are still close enough that I think about them whenever I see...
I used to complain about the darkness in winter more than I do now. I still don’t enjoy leaving work when the sky is already black, and I would happily...
Amsterdam looks like somebody has been carefully adding little pieces of light to it every night. I noticed it this morning while cycling to work, when the sky was still...
I left work today with the intention of going straight home, but the city looked so lovely under the evening lights that I changed my mind halfway through the journey....
I took the longer route home tonight because I wanted to see the lights on the canals again. It was cold, and I knew I would probably regret the extra...
I found the last packet of pepernoten in the kitchen this morning and decided it was my responsibility to finish it before Christmas took over completely. Yuri was making coffee...
December fifth has belonged to Yuri and me since 2001, which means that every year Sinterklaas arrives on a date that already has its own enormous place in my heart....
I spent twenty minutes this morning trying to explain to somebody why a particular website problem couldn’t be fixed simply by changing the colour of a button. The visible symptom...
I woke up to rain this morning and immediately thought about the climate articles I had been reading yesterday, which is not the same as confusing weather with climate, although...
I spent part of my lunch break reading about COP21, the climate conference taking place in Paris, and ended up with more tabs open than I had intended. This happens...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.