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I nearly dropped my camera into a canal this afternoon, which would have been a very dramatic end to a perfectly ordinary Friday. I was leaning over a railing to...
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...
I nearly dropped my camera into a canal this afternoon, which would have been a very dramatic end to a perfectly ordinary Friday. I was leaning over a railing to...
Amsterdam has been behaving like a proper summer city today, which means the streets are full, the canals are shining and everybody seems determined to sit outside for as long...
I have been thinking about the Moon today because it is the anniversary of the Apollo 11 landing, and apparently July has decided to become a month devoted to reminding...
I began today by spilling coffee on the kitchen counter, forgetting where I had put my keys and discovering that the weather forecast had changed since last night. None of...
Sunday began with me discovering that I had slept much later than intended. Yuri was already awake, and when I came downstairs he asked whether I had enjoyed my holiday....
I woke up this morning determined to have an ordinary Saturday. That may sound like a strange ambition, but after the news from Nice I wanted to spend a day...
The news from Nice was still everywhere this morning, and I found it difficult to concentrate on anything else while making coffee. I read the latest reports, then put the...
I was getting ready for bed when the news from Nice began appearing on my phone. At first the reports were confused, and I hoped there had been some terrible...
I spent part of my lunch break imagining what Pokémon Go would look like in Amsterdam, which is not the most productive use of a working day but was considerably...
The internet has spent another day providing photographs of adults chasing Pokémon, and I have spent far too much time enjoying them. There is something wonderful about seeing people who...
I have spent part of today reading about Pokémon Go, which appears to be turning ordinary streets into places where adults suddenly have urgent reasons to stand beside fountains and...
I spent this morning looking through old photographs because birthdays apparently turn me into a historian of my own life. I had intended to organise a folder on the computer,...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.