Thirty
I said I wasn’t going to count, apparently the calendar has decided to do it for me # Thirty. I hate how small that number looks written there. Yesterday it...
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
Thirty One
thirty one days until a date I have spent all month refusing to count toward # Thirty one. I did not calculate it. The calendar did. July ends tonight, August...
Beauty & Art
Of Shoes
if shoes were required to be sensible, nobody would have invented half the beautiful ones and my feet would probably be happier # Shoes. A serious subject. I bought another...
Memory & Time
Things That Make You Remember
memory apparently has no filing system and prefers ambushes involving perfume, songs and receipts # Things that make you remember are rarely the things you expect. Photographs are obvious, so...
Beauty & Art
Midsummer Frivolities
sometimes lipstick is lipstick and shoes are shoes and not everything needs to represent the human condition, thank god # Frivolities today because I have earned the right to discuss...
Journey & Time
I Don’t Want September
august is still between us and september, which is currently the only useful thing about august # I don’t want September. There. Childish, impossible, grammatically simple. I don’t want it....
Traditions & Culture
Aperitivo at the Colonne
summer in milan is partly the art of standing around with a drink pretending heat has not destroyed your ability to think # Aperitivo at the Colonne tonight, one of...
Questions & Musings
The Illusion of Young People Today
nothing ages a person faster than saying kids today, so naturally I am doing it at twenty five # «Young people today» is one of my favourite fraudulent categories. I...
History & Places
One Small Step
history remembers the sentence, engineering remembers the ladder, somebody somewhere had to design every bolt between the two # One small step. Everybody knows the phrase, or at least the...
Laws & Universe
The Moon
the moon looks ordinary only because it has been hanging over every human life since before we had words for it # The Moon is outside tonight, which feels almost...
Memory & Time
A Sunday I Would Like to Stop
not forever, obviously, just long enough to notice it properly before monday barges in # Today was one of those Sundays I would like to stop, not because anything extraordinary...
Journey & Time
I Don’t Want to Know How Many Days Are Left
there is a number and I could calculate it in ten seconds, therefore naturally I am treating arithmetic as forbidden knowledge # I don’t want to know how many days...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.