American Playlist
Fourth of July in Amsterdam means absolutely nothing to my calendar and apparently quite a lot to my playlist. # American playlist tonight because the date suggested it and I...
Music & Sound
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.
Questions & Musings
Lost Tourists
I gave directions today without checking a map and nearly awarded myself Dutch citizenship on the spot. # Lost tourists asked me for directions. In English. I answered immediately, pointed,...
Journey & Time
July
July always enters carrying my birthday somewhere behind its back. # July. My month, although I have no legal basis for claiming it. Every year the first arrives and immediately...
Affinity & Heart
Perfect
Not perfect because nothing went wrong. Perfect because nothing needed to happen. # Perfect. Dangerous word. Usually I avoid it because perfection sounds polished and static, like something arranged for...
Body & Energy
Sleep / Eat / Go Out
Today’s schedule was so sophisticated I may publish it as a productivity system. # Sleep. Eat. Go out. There. My method. I woke after ten, stayed in bed longer, drank...
Body & Energy
Days Off
The most luxurious sentence in adulthood may be that nothing is due tomorrow morning. # Day off. Then weekend. I have accidentally constructed a small kingdom of free time and...
Music & Sound
Hardcore Commute
Nothing improves the emotional importance of a bicycle ride like giving it an unnecessarily violent soundtrack. # Hardcore commute. Exactly as predicted. Country Tuesday, kick drums Thursday. I left work...
Music & Sound
Country Summer
Warm evening, open windows, country music in Amsterdam. My geography remains impeccable. # Country tonight. Shania, Faith, Brad, Carrie, Taylor, older things mixed in, whatever Winamp decided after I stopped...
Affinity & Heart
Sunday by the Canal
A Sunday can be almost empty and still feel completely full. # We sat by the canal today for a long time with no plan beyond staying there until one...
Beauty & Art
The Night That Almost Never Arrives
It is nearly midnight and the sky still remembers the day. # Back home and I don’t want to close the curtains. The night came eventually, technically, but slowly enough...
Body & Energy
The City When It Finally Gets Warm
Amsterdam has removed its coat and apparently found another city underneath. # Warm. Properly warm. No theoretical summer today. The city changed immediately. Windows open everywhere, people outside, bicycles moving...
Questions & Musings
Hate
Hate is heavy even when you are only carrying somebody else’s for a few minutes. # I read something ugly today. I am deliberately not linking it because I don’t...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.