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 written

From the archive.

Laws & Universe

Dark Matter

most of the universe apparently refuses to introduce itself properly # Dark matter is exactly the sort of thing that ruins an evening productively. You read one paragraph, then another,...

Music & Sound

Country Music & Dirty Dishes

nashville in the speakers, yesterday’s glasses in the sink, no contradiction detected # Country music and dirty dishes. I came home tired, put Dolly on, saw the kitchen and immediately...

Affinity & Heart

Valentine Without Drama

eight years later, apparently romance includes remembering to buy washing-up liquid # Valentine without drama. Thank God. I have nothing against Valentine’s Day. I also have nothing against Tuesday. The...

Traditions & Culture

Baci Perugina

chocolate containing tiny philosophy because apparently eating it without literature would be too simple # Baci Perugina season. Little silver wrappers everywhere and those tiny messages that people either read...

Networks & Codes

Tracking Numbers and Orders

online shopping turns respectable adults into people refreshing a parcel location every forty minutes # Tracking numbers are dangerous. Before tracking, a parcel was either here or not here. Now...

Networks & Codes

Seven Years of Blogging

seven years of leaving pieces of myself on servers I do not entirely trust # Seven years of blogging. I had to count twice because seven sounds too large. 2003...

Beauty & Art

Films on DVD

cinema without strangers, shoes, schedules or people opening sweets behind your head # DVD tonight. Sofa, blanket, tea, film paused twice because the phone rang once and I wanted more...

Body & Energy

Monday, Monday, Monday

repetition does not improve monday, I tested it three times # Monday, Monday, Monday. I thought repeating it might reveal hidden charm. Nothing. Alarm too early, coffee not strong enough,...

Affinity & Heart

Yuri, Me and a Supermarket at Nine in the Evening

romance is fluorescent lighting and arguing about tomatoes # Yuri, me and a supermarket at nine in the evening. Saturday night. Glamour. We had intended to shop earlier, then one...

Body & Energy

Friday Afternoon

there is a particular kind of happiness that begins around five on friday # Friday afternoon has its own chemistry. Nothing has changed physically. The salon is the same salon,...

Journey & Time

Getting Lost

knowing a city does not prevent you from confidently taking the wrong street # I got lost today in my own city. Not seriously lost. Milan did not swallow me...