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.

Journey & Time

Snow

snow again, and milan immediately forgets every previous winter # Snow, or enough of it to make everybody discuss snow as though weather has just been invented. I like it...

Music & Sound

Country Sunday

johnny, dolly, coffee, grey sky, and absolutely no desire to leave the sofa # Country Sunday. There was a time when those two words would have looked completely ridiculous next...

Networks & Codes

New Blogs

every few years the internet announces that blogging is dead while several million people start new blogs # New blogs. I found three tonight by following links in the old...

Memory & Time

Decades

we survived the 2000s and apparently nobody issued certificates # Decades are another thing humans invent and then become sentimental about. I know, I know, there is the argument about...

History & Places

Milan While Everyone Is Still on Holiday

the city without its full volume is almost suspiciously beautiful # Milan when everyone is still on holiday is a different animal. Not empty, obviously, because Milan is never truly...

Affinity & Heart

The First Sunday in Our House

no bags to repack tonight, no deciding where sunday ends, just this # First Sunday of the year and, technically, our first Sunday in this house in 2010, which is...

Memory & Time

2009 / End Transmission

this year hurt, this year changed everything, this year is over in sixty seconds # 2009 / end transmission. People are shouting in the other room because somebody has begun...

Crisis & Rebirth

2009 in Things That Changed

the list is longer than I wanted and stranger than I expected # 2009 in things that changed. I turned twenty five. Hikari went back to Japan. That sentence still...

Questions & Musings

Complaints

an annual inventory of things currently annoying me because happiness has not cured my personality # Complaints, because this archive has become suspiciously warm and domestic and I need to...

Questions & Musings

Christmas

christmas is apparently a week rather than a day once you’re an adult # Christmas continues in fragments. Leftovers. Gifts still sitting in bags. People you haven’t seen yet. Messages...

Journey & Time

A Walk Without a Destination

sometimes the entire plan is coat, shoes, door # A walk without a destination. We needed air after two days of Christmas interiors. Coat, boots, scarf, out. No shops required....

Body & Energy

Saint Sofa

patron saint of leftovers, blankets and refusing invitations # Saint Sofa. My favourite holiday. I know it is Santo Stefano, but today the sofa deserves canonization. We have eaten leftovers,...