music
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Embryodead and Embroidery
Sometimes, a text is born from a mistake. It’s been a while now, I was browsing through Spotify when I came across a song called Embryodead. But my eyes read something else: for a few seconds, I saw Embroidery. I smiled when I realized the mix-up, but the word never left my head. I’ve noticed this happens…
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16 and No Man’s Sky
During my undergraduate studies, I had the honor of working alongside Professor Marco Antônio de Almeida, a researcher in the fields of mediation and cultural action. In fact, I served with him as a member of the University’s Extension and Culture Committee for a certain period. It was through this dynamic that I learned to…
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The conflict between academic identity and personal identity
During my undergraduate studies, my professor Dr. Silvia used to start some classes with music. It wasn’t to analyze the melody or figure out who the artist was it was to pay attention to the lyrics, and afterwards, we would talk about what that text evoked in each of us. At that moment I didn’t…
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Token and Tolkien
The other day I went to approve blog comments. In the middle of the messages, two curious comments appeared: knwqmtkwzhyeesvrwvgfueqojtpruv mjhxlkketykipjjuhllffxvxvrivqdo It wasn’t Portuguese. It wasn’t English. It also wasn’t Sindarin. For a few seconds, I thought some elf had tried to get in touch. Then I imagined an orc had tripped over the keyboard.…
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The rabbit, the moon, and the plane that fell from the sky
Preamble: When this text was written, it worked with an expression that no longer reflects the direction that the Becoming Embroidery project has taken. However, the content described here is of extreme importance as a means of expression on my part; therefore, it will remain without any alteration, as its primary foundation is to provide comfort,…