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.

History & Places

Milan Seen From the Window

january ends behind glass, with lights below and somebody I love making coffee behind me # Milan from the window tonight. January ends quietly. I have been standing here longer...

Body & Energy

Weekends That Arrive Eventually

friday afternoon is proof that time occasionally does something useful # Friday eventually. This week has felt approximately nineteen days long. Work wasn’t even terrible, just relentless in the boring...

Questions & Musings

Paranoia /2

update: he survived forty minutes without reporting his coordinates # Paranoia /2 because apparently one post was not enough humiliation. Yuri came home, read the first one because I told...

Affinity & Heart

Little Habits for Two

nobody announces the moment a relationship develops household choreography # Little habits for two. I know which cup Yuri will choose if both are clean. He knows I want the...

Beauty & Art

Films at the Cinema

large screen, strangers coughing, somebody kicking your seat, and somehow still better than dvd sometimes # Cinema tonight, which reminded me why I still like cinemas despite all available evidence....

Music & Sound

A Night on the Navigli

cold outside, too warm inside, house music, gloss reapplied in a bathroom mirror # Navigli tonight. Finally one of those nights where getting ready takes almost as long as the...

Questions & Musings

Caressing the Days

not every day needs to be conquered, improved, optimized or turned into evidence # I am tired of verbs that make life sound like a military operation. Seize the day....

Essence & Future

The House That Finally Feels Like Ours

somewhere between the first toothbrush and the fiftieth grocery receipt, it stopped being new # The house finally feels like ours, and I only noticed because I stopped noticing it....

Body & Energy

Weeks Starting Again

monday keeps returning despite decades of negative feedback # Weeks start again with extraordinary persistence. Monday morning, alarm, bathroom, coffee, clothes, keys, cold street, work. There is something almost comforting...

Journey & Time

Duomo, Cold and Overpriced Coffee

beautiful cathedral, frozen fingers, coffee priced as if beans were individually educated # Duomo today because apparently yesterday’s love letter to Milan needed field research. Yuri and I went out...

History & Places

Milan and Its Life

there are cities you visit and cities that teach your body how fast to walk # Milan has taught me a walking speed. I noticed this today because I got...

Networks & Codes

Lurkers and Coming Out

hello to everyone who has apparently known me for years while I have no idea you exist # Lurkers fascinate me. Not in a suspicious way. Mostly. People who read...