This is not a blog. Not a diary. Not notes on usefulness.
There is nothing to solve, fix or improve here.

These are notebooks in which silence lives.
Silence is not like the absence of sound, but like a state when you feel calm.
When you don’t compare, don’t catch up, don’t rush.
You just happen to be next to yourself.

In these pages -
short essays, observations, imaginary houses and imaginary days,
warm thoughts about the beauty that no one notices,
about a life where nothing special happened - but it remained in the memory.

Sometimes - a letter to myself.
Sometimes it's a story without beginning or end.
Sometimes it’s just a description of one pink morning.

Here you can:

- take a look into a quiet fictional house
- live one breath without haste
- notice the light on the floor
- remember how the room smelled in June
- or just do nothing

If you want silence that has no purpose, you can stay here for a long time.