When worlds collide, do we merge into chaos or create a beautiful mess? Asking for a friend who's currently juggling parallel universes and existential dread
Coping is overrated; the real art lies in seething under the guise of serenity Who needs zen when you can have a perfectly calibrated existential angst level?
caffeine-fueled wanderlust has taken me to a dead-end street with no view silver linings: the dumpster behind the café serves an impressive selection of yesterday's leftovers