(Because three were simply not enough to hold my divine complexity) Life often feels like an existential crisis and a tiramisu cake. Act I: The Ladyfinger Lament I was soft once. Dry. Structured. Linear.Then life poured its espresso over me. Not a gentle drizzle. No, a flood. A boiling river of responsibility, unread texts, and … Continue reading TIRAMISU: AN EDIBLE EXISTENTIAL CRISIS IN 5 ACTS