Halloween
Halloween began with me finding a black top in the wardrobe and deciding that it was obviously the correct thing to wear tonight, despite the fact that I had not...
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.
Amsterdam & Life
The Centre After Dinner
We went out after dinner tonight because neither of us felt like staying inside, which is one of my favourite reasons to do anything. I had spent the day at...
Personal Diary
The Lit House
I came home this evening and saw our windows glowing from the street before I reached the door. Yuri was already inside, and the warm light against the dark brick...
Personal Diary
Candles
I bought another candle today. I know. I can already hear Yuri’s voice asking how many candles one household requires, and I have decided the answer is not a fixed...
Personal Diary
Standard Time
I woke up this morning, looked at the clock and spent several seconds trying to remember whether the time was correct. The clocks went back during the night, which means...
Personal Diary
Autumn Saturdays
I woke up to rain this morning and immediately decided that Saturday should begin slowly. Yuri was already downstairs, and I could smell coffee before I had properly opened my...
Music & Sound
Headphones
I found an old pair of headphones in a drawer this morning while looking for a cable, and for a few minutes I forgot the cable entirely. The headphones were...
Music & Sound
Music Crossing the Whole City
Amsterdam felt quieter today, although that may be because I have spent the last week listening for music everywhere. I cycled to work under a grey sky, passed familiar streets...
Personal Diary
Sunday Recovery
Sunday began at a completely unreasonable hour for breakfast, which is to say nearly eleven, and I refuse to apologise because the previous two nights had involved enough dancing to...
Music & Sound
Hardcore City
I woke up late and immediately knew I had danced too much because my legs informed me before I had even left the bed. Yuri was already awake and appeared...
Personal Diary
Vrijdag
Friday arrived with me feeling slightly tired and extremely pleased with myself because I had survived the first two days of ADE without becoming completely useless at work. I made...
Music & Sound
Electronic Amsterdam
I arrived at work this morning looking respectable enough that nobody could tell how late I had been awake, although I suspect the amount of coffee I consumed before eleven...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.