Summer Night
I am writing this with the windows open and the city still making noise outside, even though it is almost midnight. There is music coming from somewhere down the street,...
Personal Diary
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.
Thoughts & Life
Living Well Without Being on Holiday
I went back to work today after several lovely days off, and I was surprised to discover that I didn’t feel particularly unhappy about it. I know returning to work...
Identity & Life
Ferragosto Doesn’t Exist / Year Five
Ferragosto arrived this morning without anybody in Amsterdam appearing particularly interested, which is something I should be used to by now but still find slightly strange. In Italy, the fifteenth...
Personal Diary
Nothing Day
I woke up this morning with the firm intention of doing absolutely nothing, and I am pleased to report that I have been remarkably successful. This may be the first...
Amsterdam & Life
Museum Day
I spent this morning standing in front of the wardrobe trying to decide what a person should wear to a museum when the weather is warm outside but the building...
Photography & Amsterdam
Photography Day
I declared today a photography day before I had even finished my first coffee, which meant Yuri immediately asked whether he was expected to carry anything. I told him no,...
Personal Diary
Late Breakfast
Breakfast happened at almost eleven this morning, which is an excellent time for breakfast provided nobody is expecting you to behave like a responsible adult. Yuri was already downstairs when...
Personal Diary
Days Off
I have discovered that I am not particularly good at doing nothing when I have time off. I begin the morning with excellent intentions, telling myself that I will relax,...
Personal Diary
How Lucky I Am to Live Here
I had one of those moments today when I suddenly remembered that I live in Amsterdam, which sounds ridiculous because I have lived here for almost five years and should...
Personal Diary
Summer Holiday at Home
I woke up this morning without an alarm, which is one of the most beautiful experiences available to an adult with a job. For several seconds I lay in bed...
Amsterdam & Life
The City After the Party
Amsterdam woke up this morning looking like a city that had enjoyed itself enormously and was now considering the consequences. There were people moving slowly through the streets, bits of...
Thoughts & Life
Freedom on Water
It is almost midnight, and Amsterdam is still making noise outside our windows. I can hear people talking, occasional laughter and music coming from somewhere farther down the street. My...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.