December
December began with me standing barefoot in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee and looking at the dark window as though I could persuade the sun to arrive earlier...
Personal Diary
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.
Personal Diary
December Tomorrow
November is ending with me sitting at the kitchen table in a warm sweater, drinking tea and looking at the little candle burning beside the laptop. The window is dark,...
Photography & Amsterdam
Water Colors
I spent part of Sunday morning looking through photographs from last night and trying to decide which ones were worth keeping. There were far too many, obviously. I had photographed...
Amsterdam & Culture
Beatrix Turns on the Lights
Amsterdam had a special kind of winter excitement today because Princess Beatrix officially opened the Amsterdam Light Festival. I had been looking forward to the festival all week, and the...
Amsterdam & Culture
Light Festival
I spent part of today looking at information about the Amsterdam Light Festival and becoming increasingly excited about the idea of seeing the city filled with illuminated artworks again. There...
Personal Diary
Winter
I woke up this morning convinced that the bedroom had become colder overnight, although Yuri insists the temperature was perfectly normal. I pulled the duvet higher, looked at the clock...
Personal Diary
I Don’t Count the Years Since I Arrived Anymore
I have written about four years twice today, which is probably enough anniversary material for one date, but there is one more thing I keep thinking about. I no longer...
Amsterdam & Life
The City Full of People
Amsterdam was full of people today, which is not exactly unusual for a Saturday, but I noticed it more than I normally do. We went into the centre after lunch,...
Thoughts & Life
They Should Fit in the Same Sentence
Friday began with me trying to explain something complicated in a work email and discovering that every version of the sentence sounded either too vague or too dramatic. I rewrote...
Thoughts & Life
And Freedom
I went for a walk after work today because I wanted fresh air before going home. The sky was already dark, the wind was cold and Amsterdam looked beautiful with...
Thoughts & Life
Security
I spoke to Dad this evening after dinner, and we ended up talking about security for longer than either of us had planned. He was in Genova, I was sitting...
Thoughts & Life
Don’t Give Up Normality
I went to work this morning feeling more tired than I should have after a quiet weekend. I think reading the news late at night has been affecting my sleep,...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.