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...
The strange thing isn’t remembering. It’s recognising yourself. # Ten years can disappear inside three seconds of music. That is what keeps unsettling me. I don’t mean I become nineteen...
One word and suddenly half my adolescence comes running down the corridor. # Thunderdome. Even typing the word changes the room in my head. There are names that stop being...
I would like mornings more if they happened later. # Morning before coffee is mostly administrative. I wake up, resent the existence of clocks, locate clothes, look at my face...
January was five minutes ago and somehow March is already touching everything. # The months are running again. I notice it every year and every year I act betrayed, as...
Somewhere between noise and mathematics, my brain apparently finds peace. # There is something funny about fast music making my head quieter. It should do the opposite. Put enough beats...
I tried becoming musically respectable once. It didn’t take. # Hardcore has never really left me. I think that is the simplest version of what I have been circling for...
Apparently my past has excellent file retention. # I went back into the folder. Obviously. I pretended yesterday that I had stumbled across it, enjoyed the little archaeological experience and...
Nothing good ever begins with me deciding to organise old computer folders at eleven at night. # I found an old folder tonight because I was looking for something completely...
Twenty-eight days later I know more and understand less. Excellent progress. # February ends with no decision, which is becoming a tradition. What changed is that I can no longer...
Grey sky, wet pavement, stupid bicycles everywhere. Still yes. # I like it anyway. That is all I wanted to write, but apparently I am physically incapable of stopping after...
Breaking news from northern Europe. Water falls from sky. # It rains. Amsterdam has rain. I would like to thank the Internet for this astonishing discovery. XD I looked at...
I have discovered weather forecasts and immediately abused the privilege. # I checked Amsterdam’s weather today for absolutely no practical reason. We are in Milano. I am not flying there...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.