Beautiful Things
Today I refuse to turn everything into a problem. # I am tired of analysing my own life, so this is a post about beautiful things and I am going...
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...
Today I refuse to turn everything into a problem. # I am tired of analysing my own life, so this is a post about beautiful things and I am going...
Imaginary lives are cheap until you start giving them street names. # I made the mistake of looking at maps tonight. Maps are dangerous because they make enormous decisions look...
Loving something does not prevent it from exhausting you. # The annoying companion piece to everything I wrote two days ago is that affection does not cancel frustration, and lately...
Affection becomes clearer when you start imagining distance. # There are things about Italy I love so automatically that I usually notice them only when somebody criticises them badly, which...
Apparently my musical personality still has no intention of becoming respectable. # Country music has returned to the kitchen, although technically it never left, and Yuri has reached the stage...
Knowing every turn without needing a map is a kind of belonging nobody talks about. # Milano is still home, and I am writing that sentence because lately I have...
Two days into the year and apparently I am already capable of making things unnecessarily complicated. # I have never trusted January very much. There is something slightly ridiculous about...
milan outside the window. yuri opening the spumante. another year about to become past tense # 23:58. Yuri is opening the spumante and has just shouted from the kitchen that...
you discover your relationship with objects the moment somebody asks whether they deserve international transport # Everything we own. Too much. Not obscene amounts, but enough that the question «Would...
how many cables can two humans own? preliminary answer: criminal quantity # Computers. The blue Mac is not being casually thrown into a box, before anyone asks. Technology has accumulated...
apparently moving countries contains more verbs than nouns # Cancel, arrange, notify, save, apply, translate, copy, scan, sell, store, pack, clean, decide, ask, learn, wait. We do not even have...
christmas ends and administration immediately kicks the door open # Lists. Things to do before leaving. Things to research. Things to decide. Things to tell people. Things to take. Things...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.