WHO’S LAUGHING WHEN YOU CAN’T STOP LAUGHING?
You’ve laughed in the wrong place. Don’t bother denying it. A funeral, a board meeting, the line at the registry office, the exact moment someone stumbles over a solemn word. Something rises in your chest, you press…
WHAT IF YOUR EXPERIENCE IS EXACTLY WHAT’S HOLDING BACK YOUR TRANSITION?
Do you know what your home smells like? You don’t. Nobody does. Anyone who walks in notices it at once: the fabric softener, the reheated coffee, the wood of the wardrobe, the dog, that blend that belongs…
THE FACE YOU GAVE TO SOMEONE ELSE’S VOICE
At 11:47 on a Wednesday night, my phone buzzed on the table. It was Gláucia. “Call me when you can? It’s nothing serious.” You already know something about her. You don’t know her age, her city, the…
WHAT HAPPENS TO WHAT NEVER ENDS?
On the value of finitude in an age that abolished endings You picked up your phone to check the time. Forty minutes later you’re still there, thumb pushing the screen upward like someone rowing across a lake…
THE NIGHT I STOPPED THINKING AND DISCOVERED I HAD NEVER BEEN THINKING AT ALL
One day, a client walked into our session and, before she had even settled into her chair, told me that the previous Tuesday, at almost eleven at night, she had switched off the engine in her building’s…
HOW MUCH DO YOU STILL THINK YOU OWE FOR THE POSITION YOU HOLD?
Do you remember the day you got promoted? Not the celebration, if there was one. The exact second. The message lighting up your phone, the director reaching across the table in that glass-walled room, the “you’ve earned…
WHERE DO THE HOURS NOBODY LIVED GO?
Quick, don’t think too hard: what did you do on the Tuesday three weeks ago? No peeking at your calendar. Almost nothing comes back. A blur. One meeting bleeding into another, a lunch swallowed in front of…
WHO GAVE THIS PROBLEM THE SIZE IT HAS RIGHT NOW?
Something is taking up space in you right now. It doesn’t have to be big. It could be the message that has gone unanswered since yesterday, the one where you read two words on the other end…
WHO VOTES WHEN YOU VOTE?
Sunday, after lunch. Dishes still in the sink, someone dozing in the armchair, and a phone passing from hand to hand until it lands on the couch where you and your brother-in-law are sharing the same stretch…
WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE TO CONFESS TO BE FREE?
Twenty-two years with the company. Cake in the break room, a speech from the director, a framed card signed by the whole floor. When it’s his turn, he takes the microphone and says thank you. Thank you…
