Bill Braga

XXIII – Before and After Pinel

Published by Bill Braga
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

Published by Bill Braga
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

Published by Bill Braga
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

Published by Bill Braga
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

Published by Bill Braga
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…

XVIII – The Revolutionary Potential of Madness

Published by Bill Braga
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…