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Here rests Micael Magalhaes’ collection of thoughts. Writing as an art in the intention to relief its own mind of its demons and gods. To disclose his philosophical, noisy and paradoxical perspective of the world.

The emotional vomit of frustration..

Crying is a good exercise

A unfinished note to myself this Wednesday, November, 28th around 3am. There is no finish to the river tears that this text could be. ‘T̶Crying is a good exercise’

- On being restricted, traumatized, alone, sad, on being fucked up, on not caring for your life anymore, on shit or the worst feeling you can have. 

Now I find myself again in a hospital, for at least the 100th time this year. 

This time tied up to more wires glued to my body than ever, nonetheless, this time I have no idea exactly when I might be discharged. If you wondered, nope, I don’t work (or like) hospitals, this decided to be my annus horribilis without even giving any warning or time to limber.

The fact is that this year decided to do it so at 2:45 in January 1st; and it has chosen a good start: a shattered to pieces femur and a broken ankle. A surgery to reconstruct my biggest bone occurred the same day nine hours.

All this started with the complete irresponsibility of “someone”, who is still to be ‘assigned’ since I cannot start pointing fingers at people. So then..

These hours did not after a Sahara mouth dry, several, several MRIs, cat-scans and x-rays….. 

I endured so much pain this year that I’ve could never imagined to do so. -