Dutch for Beginners
step one: discover pronunciation has been waiting to humiliate you # Dutch for beginners. Not because we are moving. Everybody calm down. I like languages and I am curious. That...
School & Learning
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.
Questions & Musings
Yes, I’m Checking the Weather in a City Where I Don’t Live
at least I am self-aware # Yes. Again. Yuri caught me. «Why?» «Curiosity.» «You know the weather here by looking out the window.» «That isn’t the point.» «What is the...
Networks & Codes
Amsterdam Weather
this is normal behaviour and I refuse questions # Checked Amsterdam weather. Rain. Felt weirdly pleased. I have become insufferable. Remember me, Eclipse.
Body & Energy
Not Having Time
work is excellent medicine for excessive geographical introspection # No time. Work busy. Home busy. Life busy. Did not think about the Netherlands for almost nine consecutive hours. Personal record....
Music & Sound
Take Me Home, but Which Home?
milan, obviously. and yet the question arrived anyway # Which home? Milan. The house where I am typing this. Yuri in the next room. Mom minutes away. Dad a train...
Music & Sound
Country Roads
take me home becomes complicated when the word home develops options # Country roads tonight. Dangerous genre when geographically confused. I laughed at myself before the song could win. Remember...
Memory & Time
Nine Years
some dates remain heavier than the calendar square containing them # Nine years since September 11, 2001. There are events that become historical while you are still close enough to...
Questions & Musings
Saudade for a Dutch Place
wrong language for the wrong country, correct feeling anyway # Saudade for a Dutch place. Yes, Portuguese word, Netherlands, Italian woman writing in English. Europe survived. I miss Amsterdam in...
Journey & Time
Bicycles I Notice Everywhere Now
milan apparently had bicycles before august. shocking discovery # I see bicycles everywhere now. They were obviously here before. My attention changed, not the city. This is why eyewitnesses are...
Essence & Future
Beginnings
some beginnings look exactly like returning to your old routine # Maybe beginnings do not always announce themselves. Maybe sometimes you return from holiday, wash clothes, go to work and...
Questions & Musings
I’m Not
there it is # I’m not exactly the same. No tragedy. No revelation. I simply now know there is a place where I could imagine a Tuesday. Remember me, Eclipse.
Journey & Time
Everything Is Exactly the Same
same work, same street, same keys, same tea, same four biscuits # Everything exactly the same. Customer stories. Salon. Mom’s perfume. House. Yuri’s shoes where they shouldn’t be. Tea at...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.