Living Here Without Noticing Anymore
I went an entire day without thinking about the fact that I live in another country. Then I noticed I hadn’t thought about it. # This may be the strangest...
Memory & 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.
Body & Energy
Sleep
Apparently eight hours is not laziness. This is disappointing because I was enjoying the rebellion. # Slept. Properly. Deeply. Woke with the marks of the pillow on my face and...
Affinity & Heart
Weekend
Nothing due. Nothing blinking red. Nobody waiting for a file. Perfect. # Weekend. I woke naturally, realised nobody needed anything from me and stayed exactly where I was for another...
Networks & Codes
Another Deadline
Yesterday’s finish line has revealed another finish line behind it. Web development remains committed to comedy. # Another deadline, because apparently finishing one thing causes another to reproduce. Still good....
Networks & Codes
Deadline
Everything is urgent until it works, then everybody behaves as if it always worked. # Deadline day. Coffee earned its salary. So did I. Remember me, Eclipse.
Networks & Codes
Work
I still get a tiny thrill when somebody pays me to care about pixels. # Busy. Good busy. A project moving toward deadline, details tightening, the stage where everything looks...
Memory & Time
Revivals /2
The best revival is not pretending to be who you were. It is discovering what survived. # I don’t want 2001 back. This feels important to write because nostalgia can...
Body & Energy
My Knees Know Perfectly Well It Is 2013
Emotionally nineteen. Orthopaedically informed otherwise. # My knees have submitted documentation proving it is 2013. Fine. Message received. Coffee. Remember me, Eclipse.
Music & Sound
As If It Were 2001
The music said 2001. My face said maybe. My knees had independent information. # Tonight was glorious. Loud, physical, stupidly happy. I danced without analysing anything, which remains one of...
Music & Sound
Old School Hardcore
Some bass lines apparently know the shortest route to fifteen-year-old me. # Old-school hardcore tonight and there she is, the gabberina underneath twenty-eight-year-old Alice, not preserved perfectly, thank God, but...
Music & Sound
Revivals
Apparently my twenties did not kill my teenage music. They only gave it better headphones. # Old folders again. Old tracks. Names that immediately move something in my body before...
Beauty & Art
Bridges
I cross them so often I forget they are part of the view until the light does something unfair. # Bridges tonight. Light. Water. Bicycles. Nothing happened. It was beautiful...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.