September / Thoughtful
September is ending with me sitting at the kitchen table in a cardigan, waiting for the last of my tea to cool enough to drink while Yuri moves around upstairs...
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 City Changing Colour
I nearly rode past the trees without noticing them this morning, which would have been a shame because they have finally started changing colour properly. It happened on a stretch...
Music & Sound
Hardcore Autumn
I woke up with a hardcore track stuck in my head, which is an aggressive way for a Sunday to begin but not an unfamiliar one. It was one of...
Music & Sound
Country Autumn
Country music took over the house this morning before I had even finished my first coffee. I put on Johnny Cash while making breakfast, then Dolly Parton while tidying the...
Personal Diary
Not Yet
Amsterdam decided today that autumn had been announced prematurely. I left home wearing the sensible coat from yesterday and spent the afternoon carrying it over my arm because the sun...
Fashion & Beauty
Coat Season
I stood in front of my wardrobe this morning holding two coats and behaving as though the future of Europe depended on which one I chose. One was practical, warm...
Personal Diary
Autumn
Autumn arrived officially today, although Amsterdam has been sending advance notices for weeks. I knew it before I looked at the calendar because I woke up with my nose cold...
Personal Diary
Home / Bike / Groceries / Music
Monday was made of four things, more or less. Home, bicycle, groceries and music. I could probably add work, coffee, laundry and a brief argument with a stubborn zipper, but...
Personal Diary
Very Simple Things
I woke up this morning because Yuri moved closer in his sleep and stole approximately eighty percent of the duvet, which he will deny if confronted. I lay there for...
Personal Diary
Amsterdam Saturday
Saturday began late because Friday had ended late, which seems perfectly reasonable to me. Yuri was already awake when I opened my eyes, and I could hear him moving around...
Personal Diary
Vrijdag
Friday began with me dropping my hairbrush behind the radiator and spending several minutes trying to retrieve it with a ruler, which was not how I intended to begin a...
Thoughts & Life
European Identity
I spoke three languages before lunch today, although not equally well and not always on purpose. Italian with Mom on the phone before leaving home, English at work and Dutch...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.