The Kitchen Is Finally Usable
we have reached the advanced stage of civilization known as knowing where the colander is # The kitchen is finally usable in the sense that everything has a place and...
Essence & Future
ECLIXAR
digital diary
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 writtenFrom the archive.
Music & Sound
Country Christmas
apparently every musical genre eventually puts on a santa hat # Country Christmas. Of course it exists in abundance and of course I fell into it. Christmas songs with country...
Beauty & Art
Lights in the Windows
the city gets prettier when everybody agrees darkness requires decoration # Lights in windows tonight. I walked home slowly just to look. Some elegant, some excessive, some one sad string...
Memory & Time
Old Acquaintances
december has a way of making people from old address books suddenly remember your existence # Old acquaintances. December messages have begun. People you haven’t spoken to properly in months...
Traditions & Culture
Our First Tree
our first christmas tree survived aesthetic negotiations and one boyfriend with dangerous ideas # Our first tree. OUR TREE. I am apparently twelve. I don’t care. We spent far too...
Power & Society
Copenhagen
the entire planet enters a conference room, metaphorically, and somehow the heating is still on in ours # Copenhagen starts today. COP15, the big United Nations climate conference, governments and...
Journey & Time
White Places
every december I begin wanting mountains despite possessing no intention of becoming sporty # White places. I have started wanting snow, mountains, somewhere everything sounds muffled. This happens every winter...
Affinity & Heart
Our First Evening With Friends at Home
eight years together and apparently the anniversary gift is letting people put glasses on our furniture # First evening with friends at home, and also eight years with Yuri. Eight....
Essence & Future
Our House
not finished, not perfect, definitely ours # Our house. I can finally write that without feeling like I am trying on somebody else’s coat. Our house. There are still things...
Memory & Time
Things That End
not everything that ends is a tragedy and not everything that continues stays the same # Things that end. Years. Summers. Jobs. Friendships sometimes. Versions of homes. Certain habits. Songs....
History & Places
Cold Between the Buildings
milan cold is especially talented at finding the exact gap between coat and scarf # Cold between the buildings tonight. Not picturesque cold. The kind that slides down the back...
Crisis & Rebirth
A Completely Different Month From the One Before
thirty days can rearrange a life without asking permission # A completely different month from the one before. October was measurements, boxes, shopping, keys, possibility. November became life. Waking here....
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.