Sunlight at Half Past Five
I left work and the sky had not disappeared. I nearly applauded. # Light at half past five. Real light. Not much, but enough to make the ride home feel...
Beauty & Art
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.
Journey & Time
The Bicycle
I remember when cycling through Amsterdam required concentration. Now I think about dinner. # My bicycle is not transportation anymore. It is where part of my day happens. I think...
Body & Energy
Late Breakfasts
Breakfast at twelve-thirty remains breakfast if nobody has eaten before it. I will defend this legally. # Coffee at twelve. Food at twelve-thirty. Hair unbrushed. Yesterday’s flowers on the table....
Affinity & Heart
Valentine
Thirteen years together and romance has become less about surprise and more about knowing exactly which surprise will work. # Valentine’s Day with Yuri after thirteen years is funny because...
Beauty & Art
Cinema
A dark room, a large screen and two hours during which my phone ceases to exist. Luxury. # Cinema tonight with Yuri. I like films at home, but the cinema...
Questions & Musings
And I Still Haven’t Run Out of Things to Say
I thought adulthood might make me quieter. Apparently it only gave me more material. # Still writing. Still finding things. A sky. A song. Yuri leaving a glass in the...
Networks & Codes
Twelve Years of Blogging
The internet changed its clothes several times. I kept my little corner. # Twelve years of blogging sounds almost archaeological now. I started before everybody’s online life was funnelled through...
Beauty & Art
Flowers Bought for No Reason
There is no reason for flowers, which may be the best reason to buy them. # The flowers from yesterday are on the table and every time I walk past...
Traditions & Culture
Winter Markets
I went out intending to buy food and returned with cheese, flowers and something I absolutely did not need. # Markets are dangerous because everything looks more necessary when it...
Affinity & Heart
Vrijdag
By six I was still answering work things. By eight I had lipstick on and absolutely no professional ambitions left. # Friday transformation remains one of my favourite minor miracles....
Body & Energy
Mornings
I know exactly how long my mornings take now, including the seven minutes I lose pretending I have nothing to wear. # Mornings have become choreography. Alarm. One eye. Other...
Beauty & Art
The Sky Was Incredibly Blue Today
I noticed the sky before I noticed the cold, which means it must have been very blue indeed. # The sky was absurdly blue this morning, the kind of blue...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.