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May 10

Spectrality on demand: griefbots and the ghosts we won't release

"Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. It is on this ample nourishment that they…

Spectrality on demand: griefbots and the ghosts we won't release

Nathália de Ávila

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Feb 10

That day I became a singer

I have always been a dancer. Everyone knows it. I love things very deeply, and then one day the fire burns everything down and it is as if…

That day I became a singer

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Jan 19

That Day My Romanticism Died (Clinically)

A short story about coincidence, flirting, and confusing correlation with causation.

That Day My Romanticism Died (Clinically)

Nathália de Ávila

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Jan 11

That Day Proust embraced Plotinus, or: on remembering

I did not start thinking about memory because of Marcel Proust; until his face began to appear everywhere.

Vieux Lyon, June, 2025.

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Dec 28, 2025

Still Licking the Air

After that day that lasted seven years, after I handed in that damn thesis, I stopped dreaming in mental images and started dreaming in…

Nathália de Ávila

Nathália de Ávila

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Researching memory like they're haunted (and embodied) artifacts • Singing into the void, waiting for it to sing back. nathaliadeavila.com

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