Portrait of Geovane, the site's author, on the Elucubrations page. He appears in a 'Morpheus' style, sitting in a dark library, offering a red pill and a blue pill, inviting the reader to choose between truth and illusion.

Musings

To ponder is to work by lamplight, to burn the midnight oil searching for meaning. Here I offer no easy answers (the blue pill), but my honest attempt to confront reality (the red pill), be it about the silence of deafness or the noise of daily life.

My brother

Geovane Souza, as a child, crouching next to his brother, Ignácio, under the shade of a tree in 1978.

The absence of a father figure led me to seek substitutes. The first and most obvious was my brother, a hero forged by flight and military technology...

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Ad Hominem

Ten years ago I started writing articles whose content often led to heated debates, and I discovered that when relevant arguments run out, incompetent people often launch attacks trying to…

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Bad Hair

A black and white photograph from 1975 shows Geovane Souza as a child, a Black boy with short, curly hair. He holds an acoustic guitar larger than his body and smiles innocently at the camera, wearing a striped collared shirt. The image illustrates the purity of childhood before the awareness of racial and aesthetic prejudice.

From traumatic memories of hot combs and forced straightening to pillowcases stained with blood from folliculitis: my relationship with the stigma of "bad hair" was never about identity, it was about survival.

In this visceral text, I narrate my journey of pain from a poor childhood, misdiagnosed medical accounts (from allergies to psoriasis), and the radical decision to remove every single hair via laser to become the happiest bald man in the world. A personal manifesto about acceptance, health, and the relief of not having to feel proud of something that only hurt me.

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