Rotterdam Terror Corps
Some names still arrive wearing combat boots in my memory. # Rotterdam Terror Corps tonight, loud enough that Yuri eventually asked whether I had developed a personal grievance against the...
Music & Sound
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.
Memory & Time
Things That Were Only Waiting
Not everything lost is gone. Some things are merely quiet. # Maybe certain parts of us wait. That sounds mystical and I don’t mean it mystically. I mean there are...
Music & Sound
Music You Thought You Had Outgrown
Outgrowing things is sometimes just forgetting where you put them. # There are things we say we outgrew because that sounds more dignified than saying life became crowded and they...
Music & Sound
No, I Still Like This Stuff
I checked. It isn’t nostalgia. The music still works. # I wanted to know whether I liked the memories or the music, because those are not necessarily the same thing....
Affinity & Heart
Yuri Laughs
There are few things more offensive than being lovingly mocked by somebody with extensive archival knowledge of you. # Yuri laughs every time I start talking seriously about my gabber...
Music & Sound
Gabberina
Apparently she never left. She just learned to wear better eyeliner. # Gabberina. I haven’t used the word for myself seriously in years, and even now it comes with a...
Traditions & Culture
Air Max and Australian Trousers
Fashion archaeology is cruel because photographs have evidence. # I found photographs. This was a mistake. There are old outfits that memory has softened into a general impression, and then...
Memory & Time
The Girl I Was
I don’t miss her exactly. I feel protective of her, which is different. # The girl I was at fifteen would probably think I have become simultaneously very glamorous and...
History & Places
Rotterdam
Before Amsterdam became a possibility, Rotterdam was already a sound in my head. # Rotterdam existed for me before I knew anything useful about Rotterdam. This is what I keep...
Logic & Form
π
After several days of chaos, I would like to spend a moment with a number that refuses to end in a much more civilised way. # Pi day, because apparently...
Questions & Musings
Enormous Things Seen Through a Screen
A monitor is twenty-something inches wide. Apparently it can still contain something too large to comprehend. # I have spent the weekend thinking about the obscenity of scale. Not the...
Laws & Universe
Fukushima
The disaster keeps acquiring new layers while everybody is still trying to understand the first one. # Now Fukushima is another name being repeated. The earthquake shut reactors down, the...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.