The Office
not technically an office, but there are papers, phones and people saying things like I’ll call you back # The office, by which I mean the little administrative corner of...
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...
not technically an office, but there are papers, phones and people saying things like I’ll call you back # The office, by which I mean the little administrative corner of...
apparently I still have things to say about this after eight years, unfortunately for everyone # Love. Horrible subject. Everybody has already written about it, sung about it, ruined themselves...
not tragic tired, not existential tired, just please don’t ask me another question tired # I am tired. That’s the post. Not depressed, not secretly dissatisfied with my life, not...
twenty-six is approaching quietly while eighteen still feels suspiciously recent # Getting older. Not old. Please. I am twenty five and if anybody calls twenty five old I will personally...
this is not planning, this is merely an alarming quantity of organized curiosity # I made a bookmarks folder. That is all. Nobody panic. It says Amsterdam, which perhaps weakens...
apparently an entire country has turned orange today and I have questions # Koninginnedag. Queen’s Day. I discovered it because I have now crossed the line from «maybe Amsterdam» into...
life is what happens between the things important enough to receive titles # Life and other amenities. Work. Groceries. Mom. Yuri. Dad calling. Hair appointment. Bills. A client telling me...
one article becomes twelve and suddenly I know things nobody asked me to know # The Netherlands on Wikipedia. This is what happens when a possible holiday meets my inability...
april is almost over and apparently spring has accelerated the calendar # Week sixteen. Amsterdam is still there in the background, increasingly less hypothetical. Milan is currently making a persuasive...
history becomes especially loud when everybody believes remembering it means agreeing about everything afterward # April 25. Liberation Day. The date commemorates Italy’s liberation from Nazi occupation and Fascism in...
stone, people, bottles, voices, spring air and nowhere urgent to be # Colonne tonight. Crowded, obviously. Young people sitting everywhere, groups rearranging themselves continuously, voices bouncing around, somebody always playing...
the first evenings when going home immediately feels almost wasteful # Spring evenings are dangerous because after months of cold they make every ordinary Thursday feel like it should become...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.