I operate somewhere between existential dread and spontaneous dance breaks. I like words—especially the dramatic, unnecessarily long ones, and I collect obscure facts like they’ll save me in a zombie apocalypse (they won’t). I read philosophy for fun, which tells you everything and nothing. Writing is therapy, cooking is chaos, and I spend an unhealthy amount of time arguing with myself about whether tea can fix everything (it can). I don't “unwind”; I just change fonts. Hobbies include overthinking, talking to dogs like they’re people, and pretending I’m not panicking 90% of the time.