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 written

From the archive.

Traditions & Culture

Pepernoten

Final bag. Probably. # Pepernoten. Tradition. No further questions permitted. Remember me, Eclipse.

Affinity & Heart

Walks After Dinner

The hardest part of a winter walk is leaving the warm house. The best part is coming back to it. # After dinner we went out instead of collapsing into...

Beauty & Art

Light on the Canals

Winter Amsterdam becomes most beautiful when the water starts borrowing everybody else’s light. # Walk after dinner. Cold enough that I tucked my chin into my scarf. Light Festival, windows,...

Journey & Time

December

December arrived already illuminated. # December. Amsterdam has lights on the canals, lights in windows, lights appearing in shops, lights on streets, and somehow I still bought another string of...

Memory & Time

August / Saved

If I could save a month as a file, August would be too large to attach. # August saved. Pride colours. Canal water. Holidays without leaving home. Museums. Shopping. Nothing...

Journey & Time

Summer Is Holding On

Summer has started packing but keeps finding reasons not to close the suitcase. # Still summer. Cooler at moments, darker earlier, but not gone. I wore a jacket tonight and...

Music & Sound

Country Evening

Two days after hardcore, the kitchen has become Nashville again. Nobody has requested consistency. # Country evening. Windows open a little. Dinner cooking. Shania into Faith into Carrie into Brad,...

Music & Sound

Hardcore Afternoon

Nothing says relaxed holiday afternoon quite like music that sounds capable of demolishing structural concrete. # Hardcore afternoon. Windows not too open because I respect neighbours and would like them...

Memory & Time

Photographs

I spent the afternoon sorting photographs and accidentally travelled through three years without leaving the chair. # Photographs are dangerous when you have nowhere to be. I meant to sort...

Beauty & Art

Useless Things I Bought

I bought several things today that solve problems I did not previously know I had. # A candle. A little dish. Something decorative. Another notebook despite the existence of notebooks...

Body & Energy

Very Late Breakfast

Breakfast at nearly two is still breakfast if the first thing on the table is coffee. I will not accept appeals. # We ate breakfast at an hour that made...