Spring
spring is mostly discovering clothes you forgot you owned # Spring wardrobe archaeology. I opened boxes, moved things, found tops I had completely forgotten, rejected several things I apparently liked...
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...
spring is mostly discovering clothes you forgot you owned # Spring wardrobe archaeology. I opened boxes, moved things, found tops I had completely forgotten, rejected several things I apparently liked...
monday, but spring monday, which is a less severe diagnosis # Week fifteen. Windows open for a while tonight. Dinner without heavy winter food. Laundry drying faster. People lingering outside...
the list was supposed to make us do more things, not become another thing I maintain # The 101 list has acquired formatting. This is dangerous. Once I format something...
beautiful streets, beautiful people, beautiful prices, naturally # Brera today. I am always slightly suspicious of places that know they are charming. Brera knows. The streets know. The shop windows...
familiarity is not knowledge, it is only permission to stop asking questions # Cities you know and don’t know. Milan again. I know where things are. I know how certain...
water, stone, quiet streets, and the camera becoming greedy again # Lake Orta photographs tonight. I finally went through them properly instead of doing the first impatient pass where I...
the list is growing faster than we are completing it, which may be the point # 101 things to do in Milan, part two. We added museums, courtyards, churches, streets,...
I never wrote properly about easter because apparently the duomo stole the post # I never wrote properly about Easter on Sunday because I came home with photographs and wrote...
not enough for separate posts, too persistent to remain unwritten # Scattered things. I need a haircut, or at least I think I need a haircut, which usually means I...
easter monday and my legs know exactly how many stairs existed yesterday # Week thirteen begins gently because the holiday has distorted Monday into something less offensive. Yesterday was Easter...
sometimes you need to climb above a place you think you know # The Duomo from the roof. I have seen the cathedral more times than I could count. I...
rule one: stop treating your own city as the corridor between appointments # 101 things to do in Milan, part one. I am not posting the entire list because half...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.