Milan
still beautiful, still mine, still irritating, still not amsterdam # Milan. I walked through the centre today almost defensively looking for reasons to love it. Ridiculous because I already do....
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...
still beautiful, still mine, still irritating, still not amsterdam # Milan. I walked through the centre today almost defensively looking for reasons to love it. Ridiculous because I already do....
milan is home. why did landing feel like leaving? # This time the wrong flight was the one home. Dramatic, yes. I know. We landed in Milan and everything worked...
I know. holiday brain. I know. but I still don’t want to go # I don’t want to go back. There. Childish sentence written by an adult woman who knows...
sea again, but not my sea # North Sea. I stood looking at it and thought about Liguria immediately. Water invites comparison even when the coast refuses it. Different light....
another city, another correction to the country I invented before arriving # Den Haag. The Hague. Government, international institutions, broad streets in places, sea not far away, another version of...
apparently buildings are allowed to have a sense of humour # Rotterdam architecture stayed in my head today. Some buildings seem to ask why a building has to look like...
the netherlands abruptly changes architectural language # Rotterdam today and I am glad we came because it interrupts the Amsterdam fantasy completely. Different scale, modern architecture, harder lines, a city...
transport enthusiasm is what happens when a holiday becomes suspiciously domestic # Trains. I am not declaring a national winner in transportation after using a system for a few days...
the city from my bookmarks has become a train ride and actual pavement # Utrecht today. This was one of the strangest moments of the trip because I recognized places...
perhaps not translating everything immediately is part of learning it # Still gezellig. I keep testing possible Italian and English equivalents and none fit cleanly. Good. Let the word keep...
a word I keep hearing explained with several english words and none of them quite behaving # Gezellig. Cozy, pleasant, convivial, warm, nice, sociable, atmospheric, apparently all of those and...
yes # Yes. 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.