Work Unplugged

  • Addiction, Attachment, and the Stupid Things I Do Anyway

    I did it again. Another beer and a cone of fries… terrible ones. The kind where you take a bite and immediately think, “why am I like this?” And let’s not forget: I shouldn’t even be smoking. And yet… While I’m drinking, this familiar smell of a freshly lit cigarette hits me from the seat…

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    Veronica F.
    Addiction,-Attachment,-and-the-Stupid-Things-I-Do-Anyway

  • Wait, that’s not how I remember it…

    Have you ever shared a memory with someone, something you were absolutely sure was crystal clear in your mind, only to find out… they remember it completely differently? I’ll be honest, a few years ago, that kind of moment would’ve made me furious. I remember accusing someone of lying, “How can you not remember what…

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    Veronica F.
    Wait… That’s Not How I Remember It

  • This Is the Most Dangerous Game I’ve Ever Played

    I’ve always hated gambling. I remember being a kid, walking into those smoky bars to buy scratch cards for my dad. The lights, the noise, the perceived sense of vain hope in the air, it all made my stomach twist. And whenever friends invited me to the casino for “just a bit of fun,” I’d…

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    Veronica F.
    Gambling is a business reality

  • Perception of Space & Time

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    “No, come on, I’m not flying there. Are you joking? 25 hours on a plane to get to the other side of the world? It’s too far, it’s a lifetime away…” That’s what my friend said to me the other day when I invited her to spend the Summer in Australia.And honestly? Ten years ago,…

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    Veronica F.

  • The Life I’m Still Learning to Build

    7.00 amI’m in the kitchen, still half-asleep, holding my coffee when my phone buzzes. It’s Giulia, one of my closest friends. She sends me a photo of Joey, her baby boy, just born a few days ago. I stare at the photo, filled with awe. The human body, the miracle of life… it’s incredible. I…

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    Veronica F.

  • Why Haven’t I Gone Home?

    A friend was reading my first article when she suddenly froze mid-sentence and said, “Wait… why does going back to Italy feel like a defeat to you?” And in that moment, it dawned on me: Was that how I really felt? That single thought sent me down a rabbit hole of questions. Why haven’t I…

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    Veronica F.