My dad did this with a full cheesecake one time. He loved this bakery in Astoria’s cheesecake and bought one to bring back to Michigan. When I said that was risky he was like “why? I’ll hold it on my lap and everyone will find it eccentric and charming.” He was absolutely right
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.