Risotto for Two
we cooked, nobody was poisoned, therefore this post is celebratory # Risotto for two. Yuri cooked more than I did because he has opinions about stirring and apparently I stir...
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...
we cooked, nobody was poisoned, therefore this post is celebratory # Risotto for two. Yuri cooked more than I did because he has opinions about stirring and apparently I stir...
why do we ask why when half the answers would only create more questions # Endless whys today. Why did this year become this year. Why do friendships survive some...
friday night, country first, house later, because consistency is for boring people # Country Friday. We started at home with country playing while getting ready. Then went out and ended...
observations from the wild, conducted by an entirely unbiased blonde scientist # The female fauna. Before anyone begins a flame in comments, I am including myself in the species. Women...
particles collide because physicists make them, people generally manage it without assistance # The physics of things that collide is easier than the psychology. At least particles get equations. Human...
boy meets girl is apparently too ordinary for me now # Two protons finally meet. Yes, I know the beams contain rather more than two individual protons and yes, I...
the film ended and nobody had to ask whose house we were going to # Cinema tonight, then walking home. I liked the walk almost as much as the film....
having a home together immediately creates the dangerous question of what exactly we are supposed to do inside it # What do people do when they live together? This sounds...
calling something design does not make it less ugly, darling # He claims it’s design. This has become his defence. «It’s design.» Yes, so was the Fiat Multipla and I...
there are moments when love is tested, and apparently ours has been tested by an object # Yuri bought something horrible. I will not describe it too precisely because he...
there should be a legal limit on how much can be demanded from a person wearing socks at noon # Slow Sunday. We slept late, ate late, did almost nothing...
the best part of living in the centre may be discovering how many taxis become unnecessary # Aperitivo, then home on foot. This is dangerous because I am beginning to...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.