a nostalgic reflection from i taste like magic on the respite, quiet, privacy, nervous system reset, and creating a softer online space outside the noise.

chiefs, unnamed enslaved women, a lawyer who sued tulsa from a tent, and a cousin who wrote the book on american history. 500 years of documented bloodline read from bahia.

ocean view. empty fridge. soul food in somebody’s living room. a room full of americans who went quiet the moment the food hit the table. this is what building a life in brazil actually looks like.

i think about Black brazilians. who have almost no access to any of this. whose records were deliberately destroyed.