Freedom without limits.

The death of god left us chemical orphans. We search in drugs for limits that dead authorities can no longer trace.

Freedom without limits, bodies in chains.

The fall of traditional authorities promised to free us from millennial oppressions, but delivered us to more subtle and omnipresent tyrannies. Where once a father, a god, or a law marked clear boundaries—painful but navigable—we now inhabit a desert of infinite possibilities that paradoxically paralyzes us. Without symbolic coordinates to organize desire, bodies desperately seek in chemistry the limits that culture stopped providing.

This operation reveals a devastating clinical truth: absolute freedom doesn't liberate but enslaves in more refined ways. Like children in an infinite toy store, the total absence of restrictions produces not joy but unbearable anxiety. Contemporary subjects don't celebrate the fall of prohibitions; they drug themselves to endure the vertigo of a world where "everything is permitted" means nothing is truly oriented. Substances function as prosthetic limits that defunct authorities used to provide.

The clinic receives the remains of this historical operation: subjects who consume chemical structures because they lost access to symbolic structures. Each addiction testifies to the failure of an ideal, each dose recalls a father who didn't know how to say "no" at the precise moment. It's no coincidence that the most "free" generations in history are also the most medicated: freedom without coordinates produces bodies that need chemicals to endure their own indetermination.

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