Bill Braga
XXIV – Me hunting myself
8 de October de 2022
So here I am once again, expunging my post-Pinel pains. Yes, it happened again. But wait, before I tell you everything that happened in this new crisis, or outbreak as…
XXIII – Before and After Pinel
16 de August de 2022
It’s amazing what pretenders madmen and poets can be. Fernando Pessoa was right. While pretending to tell of their pains they pretend to purge them, to adequate themselves, to…
XXII – Resisting Psychiatrical Dominance
15 de July de 2022
There is nothing more to say about the dull monotony of my jail days in this mental health clinic. Not the guitar, not even having met Fernanda, not anything appeases…
XXI – The necessity to fall in love
9 de June de 2022
I open my eyes and the same scene repeats itself once again: Valerie lying on the bed beside me, I on the floor, the same room, same TV, same doors.…
XX – A Walking Time Bomb
26 de May de 2022
Here in Pinel, the days are almost always the same, despite the fact of having virtually every possible and impossible lunacy gathered in the same place all at once. Normally…
XIX – Flashes In Between Rounds of Card Games
18 de May de 2022
As I tell of my arrival in Pinel, I still find myself being held captive in this sympathetic mental health clinic, amidst Sandras, Valérias, Daniéis, Moniques, Fernandas and many…
XXVI – A loucura é a sanidade travestida de felicidade e prazer
