A gathering at the edges of care, where the language of healing begins to falter… and something else starts to speak.
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Therapolis is the city we already live in, my name for a biopolitical accommodation of bodies that governs, manages, sustains, and stretches colonial logics of control – not directly by killing some bodies deemed dispensable, but by caring. By democratizing the appeal to optimize, to become better versions of ourselves.
It is the city where care has become governance, where wellness is the operating system, where every wound is a problem awaiting its protocol and every grief a growth opportunity in waiting. Over its gates, the inscription reads: You must be well.
