What we're reading, watching, cooking, and talking about — the stuff that stays with you.
I'm not a baker. I don't have a stand mixer or a marble countertop. But I had ube extract, a whisk, and the kind of craving that doesn't go away until you do something about it.
The AI didn't just put me in a stadium. It subtly enhanced me. It was me — but the version of me that exists in my best lighting, on my best day, with none of my flaws. And I liked it. Which is the part that felt weird.
There's a specific kind of homesickness that lives in your stomach.