I Say I’m Not Asking Enough
Somebody in this relationship has to worry about imaginary Dutch paperwork and apparently it is me. # I told Yuri tonight that I am not asking too many questions. I...
Questions & Musings
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.
Affinity & Heart
Yuri Says I’m Asking Myself Too Many Questions
He has known me since 2001 and somehow still expects me to stop thinking voluntarily. # Yuri says I am asking myself too many questions. This is adorable. After more...
Journey & Time
No, I’m Not Joking
Apparently saying something twice changes the temperature of the room. # No, I’m not joking about the Netherlands. This is not an announcement that we’re moving. Please do not resurrect...
Questions & Musings
Being a Nationalist and Wanting to Emigrate
There is the contradiction. I have finally written it without trying to make it prettier. # If I place a great deal of importance on identity, nation, history, belonging and...
Questions & Musings
Irritation
Today I disliked almost everybody equally, which at least proves I remain politically balanced. # I was irritated from the moment I woke up. No reason worthy of literature. I...
Power & Society
Politics, the Less Easy Kind
I can love a person without agreeing on everything. Apparently society has not yet discovered this technology. # After yesterday’s easy subject, today I made the mistake of reading politics...
Affinity & Heart
Valentine Without Drama
No roses dying theatrically on a table. No declarations to the moon. We ate dessert. # The second Valentine’s post exists only because I know some of you expect drama...
Power & Society
CasaPound, Forza Nuova and Some Questions
Political labels become very easy when they belong to somebody else and much harder when you start asking what the words actually contain. # I have spent part of tonight...
Networks & Codes
Eight Years of Blogging
Eight years of leaving little pieces of myself where strangers can find them. Sensible behaviour, obviously. # Eight years. I checked twice because the number looked wrong, then realised the...
Questions & Musings
Patriotism When You’re Angry with Your Country
Attachment without criticism feels like decoration. Criticism without attachment is much easier. # I have been thinking about patriotism, which is already a dangerous sentence because the word arrives carrying...
History & Places
Italy
I don’t know how to write about a country without eventually writing about myself. # Italy is too large a word for the thing I actually know. I know pieces....
Power & Society
Things I Can’t Defend Anymore
Love becomes dishonest when it requires pretending not to see. # And then there are the things I cannot defend anymore, or perhaps never could and simply had more patience...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.