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...
Hardcore Saturday began before Saturday night because I put music on while cleaning and accidentally turned a completely respectable domestic afternoon into something with an inappropriate soundtrack. There is something...
Friday began at approximately three in the afternoon when everybody at work started pretending they were still psychologically present. We were working, obviously. Things got done. But there is a...
The windows have been open so much lately that the city has started living inside the apartment with us. Not literally, thank God, because there is barely enough space for...
It is nearly midnight and the day has only recently agreed to become properly dark. I know this happens every year. I understand the Earth has not personally altered its...
Sunday became a science day by accident. I had no plan beyond coffee, clean sheets and doing as little as possible, then I opened the laptop while drinking my second...
I think part of the reason invisible things fascinate me is that most of my life is built around visible evidence. I work with screens. I take photographs. I love...
CERN followed me into today. Not literally, unfortunately, because I would happily accept an unexpected trip to Geneva, but the subject stayed in my head while I cycled to work....
I came back because apparently one CERN post wasn’t enough for one day. The sentence that keeps making me smile is simply that we are colliding things again. Obviously the...
This morning I saw the date before I properly registered the day of the week and immediately thought Festa della Repubblica. That is one of those pieces of Italy that...
June started with me standing barefoot in the kitchen at seven-something in the morning, holding a cup of coffee with both hands and staring at a rectangle of blue sky...
May ends with my feet on Yuri’s lap, my laptop balanced badly against one leg and the window open just enough for the curtain to move every few seconds. I...
Friday again, and I swear weeks are getting shorter because I only just put last Friday’s shoes away. That may be a lie. I probably put them away Sunday. Work...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.