To ligado

Im Tonho52, and let me tell you this is the moment Im not even pretending to be awake for, the one where my eyes, framed by these damn glasses, are still stuck on the phones screen like a zombie staring at a TV, while my mustache, that stubborn, grizzled badge of honor, is just sitting there, perfectly still, like its judging my life choices. Im sprawled across this polka-dotted sheet, a man of no consequence, surrounded by pillows that look like theyve seen better days, and the whole room smells faintly of stale coffee and regret. Im not even sure why Im taking this selfie its not for anyone else, not really, its just for me, for the record, to prove that Im still here, still alive, still Tonho52. My chest is bare, my hair is thinning, my reflection is blurry, and Im irritated because the damn cameras focus is off, like everything else in this room. Im lying here, not sleeping, not working, just existing half-awake, half-asleep, half-dead, half-alive. This is my reality, my quiet rebellion, my lazy, unapologetic, utterly unremarkable moment. And if youre watching, you better be prepared to see me again, because Im not done. Im Tonho52, and Im still here.

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