Things I Wanted to Write About
a list of abandoned posts is still technically a post # Things I wanted to write about: summer clothes, one horrible article I read and wisely decided not to reward...
Questions & Musings
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.
Essence & Future
The Future
I am not making plans. I am merely allowing a strange thought to exist for one paragraph # The future. Dangerous title. Relax. I am not announcing anything. Tonight Yuri...
History & Places
Cities That Change with the Heat
summer does not merely warm a city, it changes who is allowed to occupy it and when # Cities change with heat. Milan moves evenings later and afternoons become defensive....
Journey & Time
The First Night with the Sound of the Sea
not silence, something better # First night with the sound of the sea. I am writing with the window open. Yuri is already in bed and has told me twice...
History & Places
Loano
ligurian summer: salt, stone, scooters, focaccia, sun cream and no reason to hurry # Loano. I want to write the smell because photographs cannot. Salt, warm pavement, sun cream, food...
Journey & Time
Sea
you can smell it before you properly see it and suddenly the body understands holiday # Sea. Finally. There is a point approaching the coast when the air changes before...
Questions & Musings
Being Crazy
the word crazy is doing an irresponsible amount of work in ordinary conversation # «You’re crazy.» «That’s crazy.» «People are crazy.» We use the word for everything from buying expensive...
Laws & Universe
Solstice
the longest days always feel as if they should last longer than they do # Solstice. Long light, warm evening, windows open. I remembered last year’s solstice and was startled...
Questions & Musings
On Not Writing and Not Thinking
sometimes the blog can survive without being fed every thought I have # I didn’t write yesterday. I barely thought in complete sentences. It was wonderful. I used to become...
Body & Energy
Boiling Milan
the city has become an oven with tram lines # Milan is boiling. Makeup becomes a negotiation. Hair becomes political. Everyone walks slightly slower while pretending not to. Customers arrive...
Journey & Time
Loano First
before canals, bicycles and dutch bookmarks: liguria, sea, focaccia, home language # Loano first. I keep catching myself thinking ahead to August and correcting it. There is a whole Italian...
Journey & Time
Things to Put in a Suitcase
packing is the art of preparing for twelve versions of weather and seventeen versions of yourself # Things to put in a suitcase: too many. Things actually required: considerably fewer....
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.