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...
Nothing happened today, and I want that recorded properly because nothing happening can be one of the most beautiful luxuries a life contains. I woke up, kissed Yuri before either...
Another day off and I am beginning to suspect May has been deliberately designed to destroy my understanding of weekdays. Monday behaved like Sunday today and I supported this arrangement...
The centre after midnight belongs to completely different people from the centre at nine in the morning, even though the buildings don’t move an inch. I was thinking about it...
There is something about leaving the house while it is still light and realising there is absolutely no obligation attached to the hour you come back. I had that feeling...
Friday began with Shania Twain and contained Dolly Parton before dinner, which means the musical ecosystem of this house remains healthy. Country has become one of the stranger permanent rooms...
My bicycle made a strange noise today and I reacted with the immediate concern normally reserved for pets, family members and expensive electronics. I stopped, inspected it, moved it, listened...
I woke up with hardcore already playing inside my head. No headphones, no speakers, nothing actually making sound, but apparently my brain had been DJing without supervision before I was...
Sunlight woke me by landing directly across my face and for once I didn’t resent it. Usually I make some offended noise, pull something over my head and negotiate another...
Friday and somehow I am still thinking about rules. Somebody please return this blog to shoes, perfume and questionable musical choices before I become unbearably responsible. What stayed with me...
I nearly collided with another bicycle today because somebody apparently decided that the normal rules had become optional for approximately three seconds. Nothing happened. Brakes, a look, a brief exchange...
Tonight I made pasta in Amsterdam while Dolly Parton played in the background after spending most of the working day speaking English. There. Identity crisis solved. I noticed the combination...
Europe was once a school subject before it became the place where my actual life happened. That thought arrived this morning while I was cycling to work for no useful...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.