Holidays
I closed the work laptop and immediately became approximately twelve percent more beautiful. # Holiday. Holiday. I typed it twice because once did not produce enough satisfaction. I am off....
Journey & Time
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.
Affinity & Heart
If Something Can Go Right, Sometimes It Goes Very Right
I am extending yesterday’s theory because apparently the evidence continues to cooperate. # Another good day. Not suspiciously perfect this time, just good in the ordinary way that makes me...
Questions & Musings
Murphy’s Law, but Positive
Today everything that could have been mildly annoying somehow decided to behave. # I have decided Murphy’s law deserves an optimistic cousin. Not some grand theory about manifesting happiness or...
Beauty & Art
A City Full of Colour
The morning after colour is beautiful because the city has not completely washed it off yet. # There were little remains of yesterday everywhere today, not in a sad way,...
Traditions & Culture
Canal Parade
The strangest thing about enormous days is the little domestic silence waiting for you when you finally come home. # My ears are still full of today. That is the...
Journey & Time
August
August arrived through an open window, carrying voices from the street and that strange Amsterdam light that refuses to understand when an evening is supposed to end. # August always...
Memory & Time
July / Done
Twenty-nine arrived, summer stayed, and July disappeared while I was busy living inside it. # July done. I turned twenty-nine. I wore dresses without backup jackets. I gave tourists directions....
History & Places
Amsterdam at Midnight
At midnight the city is neither ending nor beginning. It is simply changing shifts. # Midnight in Amsterdam and I was still outside, walking home after drinks, not tired enough...
Affinity & Heart
Sunday
Sunday has become a room in the week and I know where everything is kept. # Coffee late, shower late, everything slightly later than weekdays allow. Walk. Food. Call Mom....
Body & Energy
Being Perfectly Content While Doing Nothing
I used to confuse a full day with a good day. Today contained almost nothing and I loved every hour. # Nothing. We did almost nothing. Slept late. Coffee. Sat...
Affinity & Heart
Beer + Canal + Sunset
Some equations require no mathematics. # Beer + canal + sunset. Friday finished. Yuri beside me. Friends nearby. Nothing scheduled afterward. The sunset stretched itself across the water and every...
Beauty & Art
Summer Evening
Blue sky fading behind narrow houses, warm pavement, somebody’s music drifting across water. Nothing to improve. # Summer evening. I don’t have much to add without ruining it. We ate...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.