I found myself in a strange, liminal space, waiting for my next chapter to begin, spending the wait in a place where no one speaks English (or any language I understand). Naturally, it leaves a lot of room for my mind to wander. And as a very, very good Virgo moon, I tend to overthink… almost everything.
Lately, I’ve been reminding myself of a universal truth: nothing is actually that serious. And silly little things might be the best cure for just about anything.
So here are some of my notes, on food, art, and a bit of spirituality. Everyone seemed to love them over on tt, so I thought I’d share them here too.
(And remember: nothing here is serious.)
That bright green butter on every summer table makes me feel hot.
No better threesome than butter x olive oil together on freshly baked bread.
The 15-minute rule by Alex Hormozi.
Playing Angel by Massive Attack on repeat.
Watching too many trailers and clips of the film, so you know what happens next.
Counter seats are superb.
Sterile, perfect table set-ups will probably be gone by the end of this year.
Making matcha sweet by default is a no.
Playing retail store music in coffee shops should be illegal.
Playing music too loud in a restaurant should be illegal.
Riding a bike on a sunny day is one of the highest forms of joy.
Miso is the new truffle.
Singing out loud publicly is a green flag.
People who offer to take a photo of a group of strangers <3
Vintage TVs as an art installation in every gallery/concept store. No, please.
Giant lychee fruit in China. Yes.
Mixed feelings about choosing a restaurant according to TikTok recs.
Don’t ask the question when you know the answer.
Decision-making past 9 PM.
Monochrome phone screen mode.
Block block block anyone who’s not vibing with youuuu.
Ube is the new miso.
What is going to happen to small plates in 5 years?
Arguing with myself.
Long power walks trigger creativity.
Not taking photos of your food.
Talking to yourself out loud.
That morning walk when you get a freshly baked sourdough loaf.
Bringing your laptop to indulge creatively, but you never open it.
Food is hot.
Nothing fills me with a defiant, I-can-do-anything energy quite like restaurants serving wildly mediocre food. If they can serve me this, what can’t I do?
Credits:
Thanks to the brilliant Marie Lourier for capturing my duality in the photo above.