Country Night
sometimes staying home with music is not the consolation prize # Country night at home. Johnny Cash, Dolly, Emmylou, Alison Krauss, Dixie Chicks, Shania, Faith Hill, Brad, Carrie, Taylor, then...
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...
sometimes staying home with music is not the consolation prize # Country night at home. Johnny Cash, Dolly, Emmylou, Alison Krauss, Dixie Chicks, Shania, Faith Hill, Brad, Carrie, Taylor, then...
thursday is friday’s less attractive cousin # Tired. Again. June heat beginning, work, people, sleep not quite enough. I came home and lay on the sofa without changing clothes until...
nothing is wrong, which sometimes makes restlessness harder to explain # There is a kind of dissatisfaction that arrives without a crisis to justify it. That’s the annoying kind. If...
summer work, summer plans, summer fatigue arriving early # Week twenty two. Work is busier because summer makes people suddenly negotiate with their skin. Loano is approaching. Amsterdam sits behind...
summer begins when everybody’s private noise escapes through the windows # Balconies open, windows open, televisions audible, cutlery somewhere, somebody laughing below, somebody arguing above, music from a room I...
country before dinner, house after midnight, identity crisis successfully avoided # American Saturday Night again because Brad Paisley has apparently become seasonal architecture in this blog. Country while getting ready,...
apparently being tired removes grammar before consciousness # I told Yuri, «Can you put the cold in the fridge?» I meant water. He stared at me. «The cold?» «You know...
republic day, flags, home, contradictions included # Italy today. Republic Day. Flags on balconies and institutional television and the usual strange experience of thinking about a country while standing inside...
please wait while alice attempts not to research an entire country before august # Netherlands loading. Slowly. I have promised Yuri I will not turn the next two months into...
well. apparently bookmarks can become plane tickets after all # We booked it. Amsterdam. August. Actual tickets. Actual dates. Actual confirmation sitting in my inbox, which I have opened four...
today’s service includes professional tanning and complimentary listening to complaints # Complaints. Weather too warm. Weather not warm enough. Traffic. Husbands. Children. Work. Prices. Parking. Bodies. Hair. Other women. Men....
permanent decisions made on temporary skin, which is probably why they fascinate me # Tattoos. I spent too much time looking at them tonight after seeing one on a customer...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.