Loano
Suitcase open, sea visible, brain temporarily instructed to shut up. # Loano. We arrived with too much stuff because I apparently believe the Ligurian coast has no shops and requires...
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
July
July smells like sunscreen before it has technically begun. # July. Loano. Sea. Birthday approaching with its annual reminder that apparently time remains committed to this project. I want this...
Traditions & Culture
Oranje
Orange streets on the screen, Milan outside the window, and one thought getting harder to dismiss. # Oranje. I have seen enough orange today to last until approximately 2014. Photographs,...
Traditions & Culture
Queen’s Day Tomorrow
Tomorrow the Netherlands turns orange and I will be in Milano, which is exactly where I am supposed to be. # Queen’s Day tomorrow. Koninginnedag. Another Dutch word entering my...
Traditions & Culture
Orange
Apparently an entire country has chosen the one colour I own almost nothing in. # Orange is everywhere in Dutch photographs this week and I have discovered that my wardrobe...
History & Places
History
A country is partly the argument it keeps having with its own past. # Liberation Day always makes history feel less like the orderly sequence schoolbooks try to create and...
History & Places
Utrecht
A new tab has entered the relationship. # Utrecht. There. Another city. I spent part of this evening looking at photographs and reading, not because we have chosen it, not...
Journey & Time
Amsterdam Is Not the Netherlands
Obvious statement finally reaches woman approximately one year late. # Amsterdam is not the Netherlands. I know. Stunning intellectual breakthrough. Please hold applause. What I mean is that I have...
Journey & Time
Long Weekends
A long weekend is just enough time to imagine another life and not enough time to clean the fridge. # Long weekends always expose my inability to rest properly. Give...
Music & Sound
Music as Geography
Some of my first maps were made of sound. # Music taught me geography badly and beautifully. Detroit meant one thing before I knew much about Detroit. Chicago meant another....
Music & Sound
Hakke
The body remembers ridiculous things with humiliating confidence. # I am not describing what happened in the living room tonight in enough detail for anybody to use it against me....
Memory & Time
Rotterdam, 1999
I had never been there. In my head, apparently, I had already built half a city. # Rotterdam in 1999 was not Rotterdam. Not to me. It was a word...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.