The Stressed Potato Itself

What if books had age limits? Not the kind that guard doors and say, “You’re not old enough to read this.” But the kind that leave the door slightly open and whisper,“ Come back when you’ve lived a little more. I’ll still be here.”

MET 2025 Looks that spoke the most of culture, for me.

Milan moves slower than I’m used to — people walk like time is theirs. I’m still adjusting: learning public transport, surviving on vending machine espresso, and watching the sun set way past 8:30 p.m. The sky is clearer, the coffee is better, and strangers are kind without speaking a word I understand. I haven’t explored everything yet, but I’m here — and I’m hoping the city treats me good.