
FIELD NOTES
Silvio made me smile at funerals. Laugh in meetings when my insides were burning.He teaches you that your real self is dangerous. That approval is oxygen.
He’s slippery.You won’t always see him — but you’ll feel the smile glued to your face. His folder is light, almost empty. But it hums with performance and erasure. You brace yourself for mirrors…
But performing is a full-time job, and no one pays you for it. If you rehearse before speaking, if your mask feels glued on — you’ve met him. He disappears the moment you say what you actually feel. Try it once. Then again. Let the ghost vanish.




