Ten Months
I have almost stopped counting. Almost. # Ten months in the Netherlands. Seven months in this house. More than six months at work. I read that back and feel the...
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.
Beauty & Art
Autumn Light
The house is changing colour again without moving a single wall. # Autumn light through the windows today. Lower, warmer, catching the floor differently. I remember discovering the summer version...
Music & Sound
Saturday Night
Some Saturdays still belong to bass, makeup and the decision not to look at the time. # Out tonight. Properly. I spent too long choosing clothes, changed earrings twice, decided...
School & Learning
Learning Without School
I learn more willingly now that nobody can give me homework. # Dutch, web things, design things, little pieces of history, places, music, whatever catches. I have become a student...
Journey & Time
September
September always makes me want notebooks even when I am no longer a student. # September. Something about it still feels like beginning. School conditioning apparently lasts forever. I bought...
Memory & Time
Three Years
Some dates remain quiet and heavy no matter how full the present becomes. # Three years. I knew the date before I looked at it this morning. Of course I...
Music & Sound
Hardcore Is Home Too
Some music doesn’t remind me of being fifteen anymore. It simply belongs to every age I have been since. # Hardcore tonight, old and newer, and I realised something while...
Body & Energy
Heat
For once Amsterdam feels properly hot and the entire city has responded by finding water. # Hot day. Windows open. Light everywhere. We spent as much time outside as possible...
Traditions & Culture
Ferragosto From Amsterdam
Some Italian dates remain in the body even when the country around you does not pause for them. # Ferragosto and Amsterdam continued being Wednesday, which felt funny. My calendar...
Affinity & Heart
Friday
A good Friday needs very little: work finished, lipstick fixed, somewhere to go. # Friday. Work went well. Home. Shower. Black trousers, top I bought recently, earrings, Angel because sometimes...
Journey & Time
Sunday on the Water
Amsterdam makes more sense from water, although my hair disagrees. # Water today. Boat, sun when it appeared, wind when it wanted attention, houses sliding past from an angle that...
Journey & Time
August in the City
August used to mean escaping the city. This year I want to see what happens if I stay inside this one. # First August living in Amsterdam. Milano in August...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.