The Cracks in Therapolis with Bayo Akomolafe – Seasons 1 & 2

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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.

Dear friend,

When Oscar Wilde wrote The Picture of Dorian Gray, he may not have imagined the strange theoretical significance his story would one day carry.

In that tale, a young man makes a bargain: his body remains untouched by time… while a hidden portrait absorbs the cost.

While his body moves through the world, the portrait accumulates the wear and tear. The face stays smooth, impervious. The painting, locked away in an upstairs room, absorbs every cruelty, every dissipation, every accumulation of years. Dorian becomes the optimized body—ageless, agreeable, legible—while the portrait, behind a closed door, registers what the face cannot hold.

The novel is usually read as a moral fable.

We read it differently here.

We read it as a study of an accommodation—a temporary settlement of coherence that requires a locked room, forgotten and tied up, to function. The smooth face is not innocent of the portrait. The smooth face is the portrait, read from the side the drawing room can bear to see.

Dorian is not a man who has hidden his sins. He is the figure of every body shaped by the bargain modernity offers: that one may go on, legible and untroubled, in exchange for a closed door upstairs where the cost is kept out of view.

Lord Henry, the seducer of Wilde’s early chapters, is the patron saint of optimization. Realize your nature, he tells Dorian. Be young as long as you can. The aim of life is self-development. His sermon has not stopped being preached. It is the gospel of flourishing—charming, assured, and convinced that the realization of the self is what the self is for.

And then there is Basil Hallward—the painter, the witness, the one who saw Dorian without the bargain. The one whose love was not a treatment plan and whose seeing was not a protocol. Basil is taken to the attic, shown the portrait, and murdered there.

The murder is Wilde’s quiet thesis.

The accommodation must kill the witness in order to keep running.

Basil is what Therapolis silences in every practitioner—the part of you that loved before sorting, that saw before assessment, that recognized a person before the protocol arrived.

The portrait, meanwhile, does what the wellness paradigm does not quite have language for. It does not “store” wounds. It churns. It ages, deforms, accuses. It becomes monstrous in shapes the locked room cannot stabilize.

It is living material, registering what the face has had to forget in order to remain a face.

This anomalous troupe—Dorian haunted by smoothness, Lord Henry sermonizing about wellbeing, Basil murdered in the attic of his witnessing, and a portrait churning in the dark—is the ragtag band at the heart of the journey we are calling:

The Cracks in Therapolis.

I invite you to explore this with us…

Warmly,

Bayo Akomolafe

& Academy of Therapy Wisdom

Dear friend bayo

This Gathering is For

Practitioners sensing something is no longer working

Practitioners sensing something is no longer working

…but who cannot yet name what it is.

Those who feel alone in a quiet knowing

Those who feel alone in a quiet knowing

That the protocols are no longer enough.

Those at the edge of their training

Those at the edge of their training

Listening for something beyond it.

Those suspecting the next move is different

Those suspecting the next move is different

Not better technique — but a different relationship to technique itself.

Practitioners sensing something is no longer working

Practitioners who sense something is no longer working,

but cannot yet name what

Those who feel alone in a quiet knowing

Those who feel alone in the quiet knowing

that the protocols are no longer enough

Those at the edge of their training

Those standing at the edge of their training,

listening for something beyond it

Practitioners sensing something is no longer working

Those who suspect the next move is not better technique

but a different relationship to technique itself

The Shape of This Journey

This is not a single event.

It is an unfolding.

A gathering that moves across two seasons:

Season 01

Aug-Nov 2026

We start with a more concentrated rhythm, two gatherings each month, where we begin to notice the cracks, to sit with what is already seeping through the marble.

Season 02

Mar-Nov 2027

In season 2 we’ll follow a slower cadence, one gathering each month, where the inquiry deepens, stretches, and lingers with what cannot be resolved.

Between seasons, there is space. Not as a break, but as part of the work.

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Season 01 — August to November 2026

(02 Sessions/Month)

Session 01

August 3rd, 2026

Monday

Session 02

August 17th, 2026

Monday

Session 03

September 7th, 2026

Monday

Session 04

September 21st, 2026

Monday

Session 05

October 2nd, 2026

Friday

Session 06

October 23th, 2026

Friday

Session 07

November 2nd, 2026

Monday

Session 08

November 16th, 2026

Monday

All calls will take place at 9 am PT/12 pm ET/9:30 pm IST

Each call is scheduled for 2 hours. 

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Season 02 — March to November 2027

(01 Session/Month)

Session 01

March 1st, 2027

Monday

Session 02

April 5th, 2027

Monday

Session 03

May 7th, 2027

Friday

Session 04

June 7th, 2027

Monday

Session 05

July 5th, 2027

Monday

Session 06

August 6th, 2027

Friday

Session 07

September 6th, 2027

Monday

Session 08

October 1st, 2027

Friday

Session 09

November 1st, 2027

Monday

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