2014 in Songs
If I arranged the year chronologically by music, nobody would believe one person made the playlist. # Hardcore, house, country, electronic, Britney appearing because she always finds a way, Depeche...
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...
If I arranged the year chronologically by music, nobody would believe one person made the playlist. # Hardcore, house, country, electronic, Britney appearing because she always finds a way, Depeche...
I read for hours today and the house disappeared without me leaving it. # Books all afternoon. Phone ignored. Computer mostly ignored. Tea remembered. Four biscuits respected. I used to...
I have entered a committed relationship with the sofa and would appreciate privacy at this time. # Sofa. Blanket. Tea. Leftovers. Music. Internet. Book. Nap I will deny was a...
The Dutch have correctly determined that one Christmas Day is insufficient. # Second Christmas Day. Excellent concept. Eat again. Rest again. Wear something comfortable. Look at gifts. Walk because the...
Christmas morning arrived quietly, which is exactly how I wanted it. # Christmas. No alarm. Light through curtains. Yuri beside me. Coffee before anything requiring emotional sophistication. Gifts. Food. Calls....
Christmas Eve always makes me feel every Christmas Eve I have ever lived pressing softly behind the current one. # Christmas Eve. Amsterdam outside, Italy inside me, neither cancelling the...
I went out with a list and returned with everything on the list plus several items the list had failed to predict. # Christmas shopping. Bags, wrapping paper, ribbons, food,...
Nothing will look different tomorrow, which is almost what I like about it. # The light returns by increments too small to notice. No sunrise fanfare. No visible switch. Just...
The shortest day still contained coffee, lunch, a walk, dinner, music and enough time to lose my phone inside the house twice. # Shortest day. Plenty happened. The phone was...
I closed the work computer and felt Christmas move approximately three metres closer. # Holiday. Finished. Out of office. Done. I cycled home with that wonderful last-day feeling and immediately...
I looked up again tonight. November apparently changed that habit permanently. # Stars over Amsterdam. Not many visible, but enough. Philae made me look upward more. I like that a...
Winter has reduced Amsterdam to the things I love most about it: brick, water, windows and light. # Cold tonight. Properly winter-shaped. Coat closed, scarf useful, gloves non-negotiable. I cycled...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.