Identities
Yesterday borders, today identities. Apparently my brain has chosen a theme for the weekend and intends to finish the syllabus before Monday. It started because within a relatively short stretch...
Questions & Musings
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.
Power & Society
Borders
Borders entered my head today because I found an old travel thing in a drawer while looking for something completely unrelated, which is why opening drawers is dangerous when I...
Body & Energy
Vrijdag
FRIDAY. My body seemed to know before my brain formally acknowledged it because the moment work ended I discovered an amount of energy I had apparently been hiding from myself...
Power & Society
Freedom Isn’t Automatic
Today freedom looked like getting up for work, which is considerably less photogenic than yesterday but probably closer to the way most important things actually survive. Alarm, coffee, shower, mascara,...
History & Places
Bevrijdingsdag
Yesterday Amsterdam gave me silence and today it gave me music, voices, flags, crowds, drinks, people moving everywhere and that peculiar public-holiday looseness where Tuesday seems to have been excused...
History & Places
Dodenherdenking
At eight tonight Amsterdam became quiet. I knew it was coming, of course, because after living here for more than three years May fourth no longer feels like something written...
Body & Energy
The Perfect Sunday
Today was perfect and almost nothing happened, which is probably exactly why it was perfect. I woke up late enough that the light was already properly inside the bedroom, stayed...
Memory & Time
April / Orange
April leaves behind tulip petals, orange photographs, one unnecessary vrijmarkt object and the quiet certainty that I am living exactly where my life is. # April is ending with the...
Body & Energy
Recovery
Yesterday I walked through an orange city for hours. Today the sofa and I entered a serious relationship. # Recovery. I woke up and my feet delivered their final report...
Memory & Time
King’s Day / Year Two
Second King’s Day, another camera full of orange, and no part of me spent today checking whether I belonged here. # We are home. Shoes off. Water. Hair rescued from...
Traditions & Culture
Koningsnacht
Amsterdam has put on orange, turned the volume up and decided Monday can deal with the consequences. # Koningsnacht, and the city started changing before we even left the house....
History & Places
History
Some dates are inherited before they are understood, and only later do you realise how much history was already sitting inside the calendar. # April twenty-fifth was in my life...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.