thirty-two
I am officially thirty-two, and I have spent the evening being thoroughly spoiled. Yuri took me out for dinner, gave me a present I love and spent most of the...
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...
I am officially thirty-two, and I have spent the evening being thoroughly spoiled. Yuri took me out for dinner, gave me a present I love and spent most of the...
I spent my lunch break reading about Jupiter again, which surprised absolutely nobody at work. One colleague asked whether I had become an unofficial member of the Juno mission team....
Juno made it. I am still smiling about it, despite having slept so little that my morning coffee barely seemed to register. The spacecraft successfully entered orbit around Jupiter in...
I am writing this at the very end of the fourth of July, with the clock about to turn midnight and the crucial moment still ahead. The title is a...
I woke up this morning thinking about Jupiter before I had even made coffee. This is probably not normal behaviour for a Sunday, but I have never claimed to be...
I spent most of this morning reading about the Juno spacecraft while Yuri was trying to persuade me that we should go outside before the entire day disappeared. He was...
July began with me standing in front of the wardrobe trying to decide whether the weather was warm enough for a summer dress. The calendar said July, the sky said...
June is ending with me sitting beside the open window, looking at a city that is still refusing to become properly dark. The sky is pale above the rooftops, somebody...
I spent most of the evening listening to country music, partly because I wanted a break from political news and partly because I found an old playlist while looking for...
I have been thinking about Europe after the British referendum, and I keep returning to the same question: what happens when a political project discovers that some of the people...
The financial markets have spent another day reacting to the British referendum, and I have spent part of it trying to understand exactly what is happening without becoming distracted by...
I read an article this morning suggesting that the British referendum result was too important to be left to ordinary voters, and I had to put my coffee down before...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.