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...
Tomorrow is the Canal Parade, which means Amsterdam is currently preparing to fit an unreasonable number of people beside a perfectly reasonable amount of water. I have been looking forward...
The first thing I did after work today was take a photograph of a bicycle covered in rainbow ribbons. The second thing I did was nearly get hit by another...
Freedom was apparently today’s subject before I had even finished breakfast. The radio was discussing EuroPride, the newspapers were discussing politics, and Yuri was discussing the fact that I had...
I saw the word JOIN printed in enormous letters today, and naturally my first thought was that somebody had finally designed a public campaign specifically for people who enjoy standing...
August began with a rainbow flag hanging from a window across the street and Yuri asking me whether I intended to spend the entire morning looking at it. I told...
July is ending with Amsterdam full of colour, music and people, and I am sitting beside the open window trying to decide whether I am more tired from walking or...
Amsterdam is becoming increasingly colourful, and I have spent part of today watching the preparations for EuroPride with the curiosity I always feel when the city is getting ready for...
Friday arrived with warm weather, a manageable workload and the very pleasant knowledge that I had no urgent plans for tomorrow morning. I made coffee, got dressed and left the...
Today was one of those days when everything seemed to work properly, which is rare enough that I feel obliged to record it. I woke up before the alarm, found...
I spent most of today dealing with practical things, which sounds terribly uninteresting until you realise how satisfying it can be when everything actually works. At work I solved a...
Yesterday I was listening to country music while organising photographs. Today I have spent a considerable amount of time listening to hardcore at a volume that made Yuri ask whether...
I spent part of today listening to country music with the windows open while sorting through photographs, and I have decided that summer makes certain songs sound even better than...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.