Tomorrow
I have spent months being afraid of a word that has finally become twenty four hours long # Tomorrow. That’s it. No numbers left after this one. Tomorrow Hikari leaves...
Journey & Time
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.
Journey & Time
Two
two days is not a period of time, it is a warning # Two. Saturday. Normally Saturday means deciding where we are going, what I am wearing, whether house wins...
Journey & Time
Three
three days and I have discovered that denial works much better when the suitcase isn’t visible # Three. I saw the suitcase today. This was a mistake. Not her mistake....
Journey & Time
Four
four days and suddenly everything ordinary looks suspiciously like a last time even when nobody asked it to # Four. We went shopping today. Of course we did. I almost...
Journey & Time
Five
five fingers, five days, one hand, I hate that the number has become physically demonstrable # Five. Hikari held up one hand at me today because she is cruel. «Don’t.»...
Networks & Codes
The Usual Bullshit on the Internet
the internet remains reassuringly stupid even during personal crises, thank god for continuity # The usual bullshit on the internet today, and I am genuinely grateful. Somebody copied something without...
Journey & Time
Eight
single digits, because apparently time enjoys vulgar displays of power # Eight. Single digits. I woke up with the number already there and spent most of the day trying not...
Affinity & Heart
The Longest Phone Call in the World
we have known each other for ten years and apparently still possess six hours of material on a random saturday # The longest phone call in the world, or at...
Music & Sound
Wish You Were Here, Already
missing somebody before they leave should be medically classified as inefficient # Wish you were here, already, which is ridiculous because she is still here. I saw her today. She...
Journey & Time
Eleven
eleven days, which is not enough to become another person and apparently enough to make every calendar look threatening # Eleven. We are officially in numbers small enough to feel...
Memory & Time
Gelato and Empty Streets
the city is quiet enough that even stupid little evenings leave footprints # Gelato and empty streets again. August has reduced my life to walking, eating cold things and staring...
History & Places
The Duomo at Eleven at Night
there are buildings you stop seeing because they are always there, until one night the light hits them correctly and you remember to look # The Duomo at eleven at...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.