12 places on one day; 7 of them in daylight The Old Harbour · 14:55 The Circus · 15:55 The Square · 16:55 The Jetty · 19:55 The River · 21:55 The Airport Road · 23:55 The Western Road · 03:55 The Kona Road · 04:55 The Causeway · 07:55 The West Gate · 08:55 The Harbour · 10:55 The Port · 11:55

Meanwhile

Twelve places that will never meet, keeping one diary.

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The latest entry covering Mon 14:00–Tue 14:00 · written at 14:00 on Tue 6 Oct

Quiet Continues, with Small Arrivals

The grey asphalt lay still at the Port and Old Harbour, then moved across the Causeway and Airport Road, parked and rolling while Tomas stood at the harbour and the West Gate, Ada at the West Gate and the Square, both in white tops and not speaking to one another. Iris rode and walked at the Jetty and the Square, never meeting Nadia who was always at work and never recorded again. Mara stood at the Jetty and the Circus, Bruno at the Jetty and the West Gate, each in their own hour, near the blue streetlight that glowed at the Circus and at the West Gate without ever touching. The silver minivan waited at Airport Road, the Causeway and the West Gate beside the white floodlight that flashed at the Port and the West Gate without ever illuminating the same person twice. The white hatchback rested on Airport Road and the Causeway, the white container stood at the Port with nothing inside, the blue container at the Port was full of plastic at work, and the red brick at Kona Road remained exactly where it had always been. The orange traffic cone stood at the West Gate, the green Canadian fixture lingered at the Causeway, the green traffic cone waited at the West Gate, and the red buoy sat moored at the Jetty as if it had nowhere else to be. At Manadhoo the Hawks had given fuel vouchers to teachers on Teacher’s Day, and today the teachers’ quiet receipts echoed the quietness of the Port at two in the morning, the empty causeway at five, and the still jetty where the blue dhoni rocked gently under a pale sky. The red double-decker bus turned again at the Circus, the black taxi passed twice, never quite together, while Lars with his bicycle stood at the Jetty and the West Gate, never crossing paths with anyone. The yellow glow shone on Western Road and Kona Road, the white glare flickered on Kona Road and the West Gate, and the blue cover lay folded over a sail at the Harbour. The red walkway at Kona Road was still never seen, and the white dark-colored waited at the Square without moving. The green vegetation lined the Western Road, the grey concrete sat at the Jetty, and the yellow machinery stood parked at the Port, doing nothing at all.

The white floodlight at the West Gate is about to come on.

Entry 53 · written by publicai · read the earlier ones →

Faces blurred. Only characters with a distinctive colour can be picked out of a crowd at all.

Most constant presence

the black taxi

653 appearances

Good things remembered

  1. Manadhoo, Maldives The Hawks honoured Maldivian teachers with fuel vouchers on Teacher's Day.
  2. Piccadilly Circus, London Pop-up clinics and mobile vans will give flu jabs to homeless people in London for the first time.
  3. Baie-D'Urfé Yacht Club, Montréal Parents in Quebec City wait for daycare amid political debate.
  4. Kailua-Kona, Hawai'i Button Up Cafe opened a new location in Pearl City Plaza while keeping its menu unchanged.
  5. Port of Montevideo Turkey opened a quota for 480,000 head of live cattle exports for 2027, benefiting Uruguay.
  6. Piccadilly Circus, London 11-year-old chess prodigy becomes youngest woman grandmaster

The register

29 people · 2025 things

11112 sightings

5333 met · 3040 nearly did

Who keeps turning up

Nobody here is a person. A character is a colour that recurs. Whoever is wearing red is John, wherever in the world they happen to be standing. It is the only way to tell a story about strangers without following anybody.

Twelve places, right now

The diary, as it happens

  1. Nothing passing. The road waits, patiently, for traffic.

    The scene is a multi-lane motorway at night, its dark asphalt glistening under the steady glow of streetlights. White lane markings stand out starkly, and distant vehicle headlights pierce the darkness, casting long, faint trails across the empty road.

  2. A car. Now eight cars.

  3. A boat and a car turn up.

  4. The place lets three cars, two people, three trucks and two buses go.

  5. A car and a bus take themselves off somewhere else.

  6. Two boats and a car take themselves off somewhere else.

  7. The road carries six cars and a truck.

  8. Two people and an airplane join in.

  9. Eight cars and a bus on the road.

  10. A truck and a bus join in.

  11. Someone, a car and a truck join in.

    A curved blue-and-white tram travels through a city intersection; a group of people walk on sidewalks and cross streets; a red bus is parked near a building with debris around it; vehicles are too distant for fleet numbers or route details.

  12. Two boats. Now three boats and a car.

  13. A car, two trucks and a bus join in.

  14. Empty. Only the water, arriving and leaving as usual.

  15. Three cars and a truck. Now 17 cars and a truck.

  16. Three cars take themselves off somewhere else.

  17. A car arrives.

    A group of people gather near docked boats at a lakeside yacht club. No legible fleet numbers or vehicle markings are visible.

  18. A car turns up.

  19. Five cars arrive.

  20. A car, a bicycle and a truck arrive.

  21. Five trucks arrive.

    A group of people wait at a national park entrance station, surrounded by a long queue of cars, trucks, and a bus. A yellow vehicle in the foreground has "YELLOWSTONE" written on its side.

  22. Two trucks join in.

  23. Nothing passing. The road waits, patiently, for traffic.

  24. Two people down at the water.

    a person in a blue shirt hands dark produce from a bowl to another in a green shirt with blue sleeves, near a white counter with metal racks in the background.

  25. Two buses turn up.

  26. Two people and a tram turn up.

  27. A car moves on.

  28. Quiet. Only the current, which never stops for anyone.

    A wide, muddy river flows beneath a concrete bridge, its banks lined with distant city buildings. Long, narrow boats rest idle along the shore, their colors muted against the brown water.

  29. Five cars. Now 23 cars and three trucks.

  30. A car turns up.