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...
H. came over today and immediately insulted my website. LOL. Apparently, it needs “something cute.” I asked her what exactly qualifies as cute, and she suggested little animated things. Absolutely...
Yes, I counted them. No, I don’t know why. Actually, that’s a lie. I know exactly why. One of them looked slightly too close to another one, so naturally I...
I got the speech again. You know THE speech. “You’ve been sitting in front of that computer all afternoon.” Yes, mom. That’s because the computer is interesting. 🙂 I could...
Okay, so… this is it. 🙂 I finally made the stupid thing, and now I have absolutely no idea what I’m supposed to write here. I’ve spent WAY more time...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.