Bill Braga
XVIII – The Revolutionary Potential of Madness
12 de May de 2022
Pass out,wake up. Turn on, turn off. Remember and forget. To remember is to forget. I’ve been in this dialectic ever since I was first admitted in that mental health…
XVII – Bound By My Own Arms
16 de June de 2021
I really don’t know what else to do. I need to get out. I need to see the world. The talks don’t change, they stay the same tone and I…
XVI – Confident in Victory
17 de May de 2021
As I was saying, I was trying to learn to play the game. The best way of resistance is a peaceful one, as Gandhi taught. Here, inside of Pinel, I…
XV – Disobjective Events
2 de March de 2021
Regarding crazies and doctors, or maybe just crazy-doctors, I have one thing to say: it is all a question of representation. Today, while this occurred to me, and considering that…
XIV – Living and Learning to Play
18 de January de 2021
Daniel, my captivating friend who was here with me just now, doesn’t speak. Wizened, listens, throws his head back and laughs regularly. His diagnosis by the men in white is…
XIII – Connected Dissociations
15 de December de 2020
I just woke up again here in Pinel, this “treatment center” that has become my home, but without my ever feeling at home, without the comfort of one… Not like…
XXVI – A loucura é a sanidade travestida de felicidade e prazer
