Amsterdam
the dangerous thing is that the photographs did not exaggerate enough # Amsterdam. Oh. That is the first sophisticated assessment. Oh. We arrived, dropped our things, went back outside because...
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...
the dangerous thing is that the photographs did not exaggerate enough # Amsterdam. Oh. That is the first sophisticated assessment. Oh. We arrived, dropped our things, went back outside because...
alarm set, passports checked, suitcase closed by force rather than consent # We’re leaving. Tomorrow. I should sleep. Instead I have checked the passports three times, the camera twice, tickets...
three days and the bookmark folder becomes geography # Netherlands. Three days. I checked the booking again even though it has not secretly changed. Camera batteries. Cards. Documents. Clothes. Shoes...
international travel is mostly moving fabric between containers # Washing machine. Dry. Fold. Decide what returns to suitcase. Discover thing needed is still damp. Complain. Repeat. Amsterdam preparation is less...
salt out of the hair, sand out of the bags, sea left where it was # Goodbye, sea. We leave with more things than we arrived with despite buying almost...
the end of a holiday announces itself first through practical objects # Last days. Suddenly towels need drying with departure in mind. Bottles need finishing. Clothes divide themselves into clean...
internet checked, world still present, everybody still arguing # Updates. I finally spent proper time online and discovered the internet has continued without my supervision. Rude. Comments, emails, blogs, news,...
answer to yesterday’s question # No. XD Remember me, Eclipse.
the question occurred to me, which probably means the answer is not urgent # Do I miss Milan? A little. Our bed. The house. Mom being close. My things where...
the colour changes before the temperature does # Water at seven. Different blue, different light, fewer people, skin no longer being attacked by noon. I went in. Stayed until I...
beach, lunch, book, shower, dinner, walk, repeat, please do not optimize # The days are becoming identical. Wonderful. I know what we will probably do tomorrow and this does not...
look up long enough and history becomes a physical place hanging above you # The Moon tonight over the sea. I remembered last year’s fortieth anniversary of Apollo 11 and...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.