An Evening on the Promenade
nothing happened and I would like to keep it # Evening on the promenade. Warm, crowded enough, not unbearable. Gelato. Yuri beside me. No camera for half the walk. Nothing...
Journey & Time
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.
History & Places
Liguria
the region is not merely sea to me, it is family geography # Liguria has Dad in it. That changes the map. Genova is not just a city I visit....
Journey & Time
Beach Clubs, Books and No Internet
apparently I remain alive when disconnected for several consecutive hours # No internet most of today. Deliberately. Book, beach, water, lunch, more book. I didn’t know what anybody online was...
Traditions & Culture
The Focaccia That Never Makes It Home Whole
evidence destroyed before reaching the kitchen # Bought focaccia. Intended to bring it back intact. Ate corner while walking. Yuri ate another. By the time we reached the door it...
Journey & Time
Sundays in Loano
sunday by the sea still knows it is sunday, it simply complains less # Sunday in Loano. Church in the morning, because some habits travel. Beach afterward. Lunch too long....
Music & Sound
Country by the Sea
roads in the songs, water outside the window # Country by the sea. Willie, Dolly, Emmylou, Alison, Brad, Carrie. Songs about roads sound different when you are stationary somewhere you...
Affinity & Heart
Twenty-Six
cake, sea, phone calls, yuri, twenty-six, and absolutely no wisdom certificate arrived # Twenty six. Officially. Mom called early enough that I accused her of trying to recreate childbirth timing....
Beauty & Art
The Cinema
even on holiday apparently we eventually seek a dark room with a screen # Cinema tonight because sun, sea and outdoor life eventually make two city people crave air conditioning...
Journey & Time
The Sea at Eight in the Morning
before the beach becomes a beach, it belongs to light and people who wake inexplicably early # Sea at eight. I am not naturally enthusiastic about eight while on holiday,...
Music & Sound
American Saturday Night
sunday technically, but the song does not care about calendar accuracy # American Saturday Night by the sea, on Sunday, because music has no obligation to cooperate with my titles....
Body & Energy
Feet in the Sand
sand is beautiful in landscapes and criminal everywhere else # Feet in the sand. Wonderful. Sand in the bag. Less wonderful. Sand in the camera case. NO. Sand in bed...
Journey & Time
Loano / Day One
official day one, because apparently the previous days were a loading screen # Calling today day one because now the holiday has settled into itself. No arrival logistics, no bags,...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.