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...
We actually went there. Not people physically, obviously. A machine. Cameras, instruments, engineering, mathematics, commands, patience. But we in the broad human sense. Something made by hands on Earth crossed...
Tomorrow. I have typed and deleted several beginnings because everything sounds too dramatic or not dramatic enough. A spacecraft launched from Earth in January 2006 is about to make the...
Two. Sunday tried very hard to remain Sunday despite the fact that I kept checking Pluto. Coffee. Shower. Clean clothes. Walk beside the canals. Tea at five with four biscuits....
Three days and Pluto keeps becoming less blurry. I spent part of Saturday morning looking at images while still in bed, which meant Yuri eventually asked whether I intended to...
Four days. That is all. I know the spacecraft has already travelled for more than nine years and therefore four days should feel insignificant, but countdowns distort time. Four days...
Yesterday I turned thirty-one and today I went back to work. This is adulthood’s excellent sense of humour. Birthday dress became work clothes, late drinks became coffee, celebration became bicycle...
Thirty-one was good to me for its first day. I spent the evening surrounded by exactly the amount of celebration I wanted, enough to feel special without turning my own...
New Horizons is okay. I read that the spacecraft had returned to normal science operations and felt actual relief, the ridiculous kind where your shoulders drop before you realise they...
Three billion miles is not a distance my brain can use. I can read it. I can type it. I can understand that it means New Horizons has travelled an...
America kept appearing online today because it is the Fourth of July, and normally that would have remained one of those dates I recognise without feeling personally attached to it....
I have officially entered the stage where Pluto has become part of breakfast. Coffee, toast, weather, Pluto. This morning I checked the latest New Horizons things before I had properly...
July began with my hair sticking slightly to the back of my neck while I stood in the kitchen waiting for coffee and wondering how Amsterdam had managed to become...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.