Cruel Sky
G. Looks Better When the Sky Is Cruel # Winter improves G. I know summer is supposed to belong to coastal cities, but honestly I think G. becomes more truthful...
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...
G. Looks Better When the Sky Is Cruel # Winter improves G. I know summer is supposed to belong to coastal cities, but honestly I think G. becomes more truthful...
For anyone who isn’t Italian: La Befana is basically our strange national agreement that an old woman on a broomstick breaks into houses in January and leaves candy for children....
My Mother Says Elegance Is Mostly Discipline # Mam believes beauty without discipline becomes vulgar eventually. Today she said this while adjusting diamonds on her pc, under a white lamp...
New Year, Same Room, Slightly Different Girl # Today I cleaned my room with the determination of someone attempting psychological reconstruction through organization. Very healthy behavior. I rearranged books, threw...
The Year 2000 Did Not Explode, But I Still Feel Different… # Well. Computers did not explode… Banks still exist… Airplanes did not fall from the sky… Civilization survived midnight…...
Resolutions Are Just Promises With Better Lighting #. I don’t completely trust people who make very confident New Year’s resolutions. “I will become organized.” “I will study every day.” “I...
Boxing Day Is for Leftovers and Secret Thoughts #. Today the apartment felt slower. Not sad exactly. Just exhausted after being beautiful for too many consecutive days. There were leftover...
Christmas morning always feels strangely white. White light. White silence. White sky over M. I woke up late because the apartment was unusually quiet. No traffic yet. No telephones. Just...
# Christmas Eve has rules nobody explains Christmas Eve always feels rehearsed somehow. Not fake exactly. Just choreographed. The apartment looked perfect by six o’clock because Mam believes disorder during...
# A Boy From G. Should Not Feel This Far Away I thought December would make distance easier because vacation is close now. Instead it somehow made everything worse. M....
# My mom’s clients come wrapped in fur and diamonds Tonight the apartment became a showroom again. Not officially. Officially it was a “small holiday gathering.” Which in adult language...
# E. Says Christmas Makes Everyone Dramatic According to E., December is just “November wearing lipstick and lying more.” Honestly? Excellent definition. Today at lunch he spent nearly an hour...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.