Two Days
Two days until a building I have been passing for more than a year opens itself properly again. # Two days. I keep reading about the renovation, looking at images,...
Beauty & Art
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.
Matter & Spirit
IKEA
Nothing tests the philosophical foundations of a relationship like discussing storage solutions under fluorescent lighting. # IKEA. Again. There are people who go once after moving and apparently finish their...
History & Places
Museumplein
Something is about to reopen and the whole square seems to know it. # Museumplein today, and the Rijksmuseum feels almost like a person returning after being away too long....
Body & Energy
Good Habits
The habits that survive are usually the ones small enough not to announce themselves. # I have stopped trying to invent impressive routines. The useful ones arrived by themselves. Bicycle...
Body & Energy
Sunshine Lasting Exactly Seven Minutes
I saw the sun, considered removing one layer, and by then the moment had passed. # Seven minutes may be an exaggeration. It could have been nine. Either way Amsterdam...
Journey & Time
April
April arrived carrying light, museum dates and the first hints of orange. # April in Amsterdam already feels busy before anything has happened. The Rijksmuseum reopening is suddenly close enough...
Journey & Time
2012
The year ends in the same city where it began, but almost nothing inside the year stayed still. # Seventeen minutes until midnight and I wanted to write before the...
Memory & Time
The Year We Stayed
2011 was the year we left. 2012 was the year leaving turned into living. # Tomorrow this year ends and I finally know what 2012 was. The year we stayed....
Traditions & Culture
Christmas
Christmas followed us north. Of course it did. # Christmas. Slow morning. Gifts. Calls. Food. Too much food, naturally, because apparently cultural integration has limits and I remain Italian where...
Traditions & Culture
Christmas Eve
Home is becoming plural and Christmas is the one time of year when I feel every version at once. # Christmas Eve. Family voices. Italian words. Dutch streets. Gifts. Food....
Traditions & Culture
Sunday Before Christmas
Wrapping paper, country music, tea, four biscuits and a man who cannot wrap a rectangular box correctly. # Wrapping gifts today. Yuri is terrible at it. I am publishing this...
Traditions & Culture
Christmas Lights
Amsterdam has put lights around the darkness and I am completely willing to be manipulated by them. # Christmas lights everywhere. I walked home later than usual and deliberately took...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.