Editorial archive · A map, not a ranking
Stories
leave traces.
Personal lives and lives encountered, cities, desire, memory and questions that keep changing shape live here together. Some texts are entry points. Others are side rooms. They do not need to carry the same weight to belong to the same house.
The right to… is the path connecting many of these pages. We Are Not Obliged to Stay the Same is one of its main doors.
Stories
The Dreams That Chase You
We are taught to chase our dreams. No one tells us what to do when they are the ones that refuse to let us go.
↗No Drama, Please
Friendship, desire, and that strange habit of calling you difficult when you say something hurt you.
↗Have You Eaten?
Sometimes affection insists. Sometimes it gives space. The difficult part is recognising it when it does not speak our language.
↗Behind the Wall
Sometimes we do not have to demolish a defence before we can come closer.
↗The Place I Wasn’t Looking For
The redemption was not success. It was discovering that I could trust myself.
↗Earl’s Court, Before London Became Kind
Changing a neighbourhood is inevitable. Erasing the people who gave it its identity should not be.
↗The Wedding His Mother Will Never Know About
It is possible to keep loving someone and stop handing them the most fragile parts of your happiness.
↗The App Olympics
I stopped auditioning. And I stopped confusing politeness with obligation.
↗The Lights That Stay On
Some lights remain on even after we have decided not to go back.
↗Traces
Even the Quote Comes with a Rainbow Flag
When the need to feel accepted becomes a sales opportunity.
↗The Algorithm Smoked
Before Spotify and TikTok, success was already being measured. The data simply had a body: it danced, bought records, changed stations.
↗Marco doesn’t exist. But he has subscribers.
A man from Rome. 135 kilos. A rugby player. He has followers, paid content and one small detail: he does not exist.
↗We Don’t Want You
Sometimes all it takes is four boys, a bicycle and someone who says nothing.
↗Me, You and Technogym
When taking care of the body becomes a way of feeling admitted.
↗We’re Afraid of Wasting Time
So we stopped giving people any.
↗Still Capable of Love
Sometimes a dream does not bring a person back. It brings back a part of us we thought we had lost.
↗What are we asking for when we tap a heart?
A gesture that lasts less than a second can hold much more than a simple “I like this.”
↗The right to be a little narcissistic
We write to understand ourselves. We publish because we hope something reaches someone else. Perhaps there is nothing wrong with wanting both.
↗You've Known Me Forever. But Do You Really Know Me?
Knowing someone for a long time is not the same as knowing who they have become.
↗Why Didn't You Understand Me?
Amanda Lear, Salvador Dalí and the distance between being known and being understood.
↗We Are Not Obliged to Stay the Same
The character has to be consistent. The person does not.
↗The Price of Fame
In 1978 the devil promised fame. Today he would probably offer visibility.
↗The Avoidable Return
Not every return is a second chance. Sometimes it is simply a rerun with better lighting.
↗How Much Do We Change When Someone Is Watching?
Sometimes one glance is enough to turn us into the version of ourselves we think should be seen.
↗The Invisible Jury
The duty to perform. The right to inhabit ourselves.
↗I’ll Send You My PayPal
When desire stops being encounter and becomes a tariff.
↗Loneliness Isn’t Always About Being Alone
The duty to be grateful. The right to recognise what is not good for us.
↗You’re Not Invisible. You’ve Stopped Auditioning.
The duty to be liked. The right to choose.
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