But then I started to drink with strangers
by Flávia Monteiro

Sao Paulo, 08:40 PM, Sagarana Bar.

“Do you believe we are living in the Anthropocene?” asks the white-haired guy sitting next to me at the bar on this warm weekday evening. I’ve never seen him before in my life, and this is only the third sentence we’ve exchanged — the previous ones being unremarkable comments on the beer and the weather.