One Month Is Too Short
Thirty days is an enormous amount of time until somebody tells you your life has to fit inside it. # One month is too short. I know we have been...
Journey & 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.
Journey & Time
A Dutch Address
An address is only a line of text until you realise somebody could send your name there. # We have an initial place. Temporary, sensible, not the dream house, not...
Memory & Time
The Last Ordinary Sundays
I am trying not to call everything “the last” because the phrase changes the taste of the day. # I have started mentally calling things the last and I need...
Essence & Future
At Work
I have spent years becoming part of this place. Now I have to learn how to leave it without pretending it meant less than it did. # I told work...
Memory & Time
Boxes
Nothing makes a life look ridiculous faster than putting it into cardboard. # Boxes. Not many yet. We are not emptying the house because most of the house stays. That...
Essence & Future
Good News
Sometimes the thing you have been hoping for arrives and the first emotion is fear. # Good news professionally. Good enough that I had to sit down. I am not...
Journey & Time
October
The month before a possible departure has arrived and I would like to file a complaint about the speed of time. # October. I woke up yesterday with the irrational...
Journey & Time
Bye, Sea
I have left this sea before. It has never felt like rehearsal. # Bye, sea. Bags packed, towels dry enough to be packed, sand still present because sand respects no...
Memory & Time
That Sentence Felt Strange
Leaving begins in language before it begins in kilometres. # I am still thinking about the sentence from the twenty-seventh. Not because it was profound. It wasn’t. It was practical....
Journey & Time
Maybe Next Year It Won’t Be So Easy to Come Here
I said it casually and immediately wanted the sentence back. # Maybe next year it won’t be so easy to come here. I said that this afternoon while we were...
History & Places
Liguria
After terrible news, ordinary landscape feels almost indecently beautiful. It remains beautiful anyway. # Liguria today. Sea, hills, buildings crowded into geography that never offered enough flat space, roads making...
Questions & Musings
News You Don’t Even Know How to Comment On
Sometimes silence is not absence of thought. It is the refusal to make somebody else’s catastrophe about yourself. # The confirmed scale of yesterday is horrifying. Seventy-seven people were killed...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.