ESSAYS & PUBLICATIONS
When I heard about domestic violence
I wasn’t told that respect and kindness were always fundamental human rights, not things you should earn with sweet actions, pillow talks and constant ego boosts — which deep down are just a strategy you found to postpone a next episode of aggression from them.
This is what makes people remarkable
In a world of 15-second stories and reels, sun-kissed skin filters, one-click-away follows, cryptic emoji combo communication, right-click DM sliding, and lefton reads… It gets harder to achieve decade-long relationships, display unanticipated realness, invest in meaningful non-disposable conversations, or give considerate and educated goodbyes.
Dare Amore: a letter of grief and lesson learnt
I ask myself how is it that we are surrounded by so much logic, rationale, and precision, yet all the same, overflown by an equivalent level of absurdly random occurrences. I ask myself why have I chosen a career that abides by science, data, and numbers, all of which give me close certainty (or great odds) on the final result if my spirit is drowning in the hypothesis that no scientific development can reassure me.
72 hours for the self: a solo birthday travel story
People talk a lot about the out of sight, out of mind deal — which to me equals utter bullshit. I believe running away never truly works because eventually, things have a way of catching up. What we can do, is temporarily avoid. But I wasn’t travelling to avoid, I was travelling to face.
Ganas de vivir: a solo roadtrip story
The previous years had been a blur, so this would be the first Summer of potential sweetness. And although I had convinced myself that a solo quarantine in an empty village hadn’t been rough, I might’ve lied a little. Three months later, large sidewalks, transit sounds and city agitation were all I could think of. It’d be pretty damn sweet to take my car to new roads, I thought.