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 written

From the archive.

Traditions & Culture

Things I Defend

Apparently I am allowed to insult my own country for hours but become unbearable the moment somebody else does it badly. # There are things I defend instinctively, before I...

Memory & Time

February

The shortest month arrives carrying exactly the same amount of life as the others, which seems unfair. # February. I like writing the name because it already sounds temporary, twenty-eight...

History & Places

Milan Seen from the Window

Before midnight, one last look. # I came back because I turned off the computer, walked to the window and stood there long enough to feel stupid. Milano at night...

Traditions & Culture

Being Italian

I don’t need to idealise where I come from in order to know that it is part of me. # Being Italian is not something I chose, which might be...

Questions & Musings

Paranoia

And because apparently one existential post in a night wasn’t sufficient. # I have an extraordinary talent for taking a possibility, examining it carefully, finding seventeen potential problems, inventing another...

Power & Society

Why I Get Angry with This Country

Anger is not the opposite of attachment. Sometimes it is what attachment looks like when it gets tired. # I get angry with Italy precisely because I don’t experience it...

History & Places

Hurrying, and Milan

Everybody is late, everybody is moving, nobody knows why the escalator has become a battlefield. # Milano is a city that can make standing still feel socially irresponsible. I noticed...

Questions & Musings

We Aren’t Leaving Yet

For the benefit of everybody already mentally packing my wardrobe into boxes. # We are not leaving. I repeat, because apparently several people read three reflective posts and immediately construct...

Affinity & Heart

Yuri and I Talked About It Again

We still aren’t making a decision. We are getting dangerously close to discussing one. # Yuri and I talked about the Netherlands again tonight, and this time the conversation lasted...

Networks & Codes

Updates

Sometimes an update is just an update. This is revolutionary information. # I spent too much of this evening working on the site because one small change became six small...