Cupcakes
after graphene, cake. intellectual range # Cupcakes. Bought two. Ate one. Yuri ate the other despite saying he didn’t want one. This behaviour should be studied. Remember me, Eclipse.
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...
after graphene, cake. intellectual range # Cupcakes. Bought two. Ate one. Yuri ate the other despite saying he didn’t want one. This behaviour should be studied. Remember me, Eclipse.
sometimes scale is the part my brain simply refuses to render # One atom thick. I keep returning to that. Human intuition was not built for atomic scale. We can...
proof that loving somewhere else has not made this city disappear # Milan Sunday. Church, coffee, walking, Brera, home. Beautiful. Genuinely. I refuse the cheap story where another country becomes...
absolutely not a ranking, despite the spreadsheet-shaped temptation # NS versus ATM, except not really versus because they serve different networks in different countries and I am not qualified to...
comparison is a disease and I have caught it # Milan transport today. I caught myself comparing. Stop it, Alice. You used Dutch transport as a tourist for three weeks....
this is where the thought becomes more dangerous because now it has two chairs at the table # Yuri is thinking about it too. He admitted this tonight with infuriating...
denial has become administratively inefficient # I am thinking about it. Not moving. It. The possibility of living somewhere else one day. The Netherlands happens to be the place that...
today’s project failed before lunch # I decided not to think about Amsterdam. Then saw a bicycle. Useless. Remember me, Eclipse.
I still cannot translate it and perhaps our living room qualifies # Gezellig again. Tonight our house felt gezellig, I think. Friends, drinks, lamps instead of overhead light, food, people...
television, opinions, sofa, no international relocation analysis for one evening # X Factor. Sofa. Commentary more entertaining than parts of the programme. Yuri pretending not to care while having increasingly...
everybody is very eager to tell you why a place you liked is secretly terrible # Warnings arrive whenever you say you liked somewhere. Rain. Housing. Taxes. Language. Bureaucracy. Dutch...
goedemorgen. there. practically fluent # Goedemorgen. Yuri received this greeting before coffee and asked me to return to Italian. Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.