Yuri and I Have Almost All of Milan to Ourselves
apparently romance is easier when half the city has gone to liguria # Yuri and I had almost all of Milan to ourselves today, or at least enough of it...
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...
apparently romance is easier when half the city has gone to liguria # Yuri and I had almost all of Milan to ourselves today, or at least enough of it...
ferragosto in milan: the annual experiment to discover how many people it takes to make a city feel abandoned # Ferragosto. Milan has been evacuated by people with better planning...
she is almost ready and I apparently missed the meeting where everybody learned how to prepare for absence # I’m not. Yesterday Hikari said she is almost ready and today...
almost ready is a phrase I would like formally removed from the language until september # Hikari says it’s almost all ready. She said it casually. «Almost everything is ready...
the earth drives through an old comet’s dust and humans respond by making wishes, which is honestly adorable # Perseids tonight. I love that meteor showers are predictable enough to...
shooting stars are neither stars nor falling, which is a spectacular success rate for a name # Stars don’t fall. I know this, you know this, everybody who survived basic...
I am not counting, this number simply attacked me while I was looking at a calendar # Twenty two. Before anyone accuses me of breaking my own rule, I did...
a passport is a tiny booklet containing the enormous and slightly offensive suggestion that people can actually leave # Passports are strange objects. Small, official, ugly photographs, numbers, stamps, pages...
there are days when sophisticated vocabulary simply fails and one extremely impolite word is doing all the work # I am trying very hard not to be vulgar. This is...
the large disasters get attention, the tiny irritations are the ones that actually follow you around all afternoon # A pebble in your shoe is such a perfect model for...
august is sunday multiplied by thirty one and then left in the sun too long # I have never entirely trusted August. It is a month with strange social rules....
milan in august looks like somebody pressed pause but forgot to turn off the heat # Milan in August is a different city wearing Milan’s buildings. The streets begin emptying,...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.