Utøya
There are moments when writing more would only make the writer more visible than the people who suffered. # Utøya. The news has become worse. There was a shooting at...
History & Places
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.
Music & Sound
Hardcore by the Sea, Considerably Less Poetic
The moon had its evening. Tonight the kick drum gets one. # Hardcore by the sea is considerably less poetic and much more useful for keeping me awake. Headphones, because...
Laws & Universe
The Moon
The moon over the sea makes everybody temporarily poetic, including people who should know better. # Moon over the water tonight and yes, fine, it was beautiful. Irritatingly beautiful. The...
Music & Sound
Country by the Sea
Apparently Nashville and Liguria have reached a private agreement inside my headphones. # Country by the sea. Alison Krauss earlier, Willie Nelson later, a little Shania because I felt like...
Body & Energy
Doing Absolutely Nothing
I have finally achieved today’s goal, which was not to have one. # Nothing. I did nothing. Not literally, because bodies insist on eating and showering and moving between locations,...
Body & Energy
Afternoons on the Beach
My current professional responsibilities include turning over occasionally and remembering water. # Beach afternoon. I read a little, slept a little, watched people without meaning to, listened to fragments of...
Traditions & Culture
Focaccia
I have strong opinions about focaccia and none of them are negotiable. # Focaccia before lunch, which is not a problem because focaccia exists outside ordinary meal law. Dad would...
Beauty & Art
Blue Water
There are colours cameras record correctly and still fail to explain. # Blue water today. I photographed it, looked at the photograph, then looked back at the actual sea and...
Body & Energy
Mornings on the Balcony
Coffee, sea air, bare feet and absolutely no reason to improve anything. # Morning on the balcony. Hair still stupid from sleep, sunglasses doing most of the aesthetic work, coffee,...
Affinity & Heart
Twenty-Seven
I am twenty-seven, slightly sunburned, very loved and refusing to behave solemnly about any of it. # Birthday properly celebrated. Food, sea, messages, family, Yuri, too much sweetness, exactly the...
Body & Energy
Sea
Salt water fixes nothing and somehow I always feel repaired. # Sea all day. I am tired in the best physical way, the kind where the body has done enough...
Music & Sound
American Saturday Night
Wrong country, wrong day of the week, correct song title. # Country by the Ligurian sea again. Brad Paisley tonight, because apparently my brain enjoys geographic confusion. There is something...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.