The Freedom to Live Normally
Sunday began with coffee, laundry and a small argument about whether we had enough bread for breakfast. We did, although Yuri had been right that we would need more before...
Thoughts & Life
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.
Music & Thoughts
The Freedom to Listen to Music
I put on music tonight and then sat there listening more carefully than usual. It was nothing particularly dramatic, just a track I have known for years, but after everything...
Thoughts & Life
Paris
I was having an ordinary Friday evening when the news from Paris began arriving. I had come home from work, changed clothes and was thinking about dinner. Yuri was nearby,...
Thoughts & Life
The Huge World Outside the Window
I stood by the kitchen window this morning waiting for the kettle and watched three completely different little stories pass below. A man walking quickly with a briefcase, a woman...
Personal Diary
11.11
I looked at the date this morning and immediately thought 11.11, which is the sort of small numerical coincidence that pleases me far more than it should. I was standing...
Thoughts & Life
Cities Investing in Culture
I was looking through photographs from Museumnacht during lunch today when a colleague asked where I had been on Saturday. I showed a few pictures and we ended up talking...
Amsterdam & Culture
Art Until Late
I woke up this morning with sore feet and a head full of things I had seen last night. Museumnacht was wonderful, but I had underestimated how much walking we...
Amsterdam & Culture
Museumnacht
I spent part of this morning trying to decide what to wear to a museum at night, which is a question I never expected to become part of my adult...
Personal Diary
Vrijdag
Friday arrived with cold wind, a grey sky and me standing in front of the mirror trying to decide whether my hair looked better up or down. I had already...
Music & Sound
Country Weather
The weather today was made for country music. I decided this at seven-thirty in the morning while standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and looking at rain...
Amsterdam & Life
Leaves on the Canals
I nearly slipped on wet leaves this morning while unlocking my bicycle, which is a particularly undignified way to begin a Monday. I didn’t fall, fortunately, but I made a...
Personal Diary
November
November began with rain against the windows and the smell of coffee coming from downstairs, which seemed entirely appropriate. I stayed in bed for several minutes listening to the weather...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.