"Actually, this text was supposed to start with how much I love good coffee, moonlit walks, and sincerity. But let's be honest: that's not why you're here.

Last Tuesday, I committed the perfect crime. I walked into a bookstore, opened the most expensive cookbook, memorized the recipe for Peking duck, winked at the cashier, and left without paying for this gastronomic secret. That same evening, the duck was cooked, but... eaten in magnificent solitude. And it was at that moment that I realized I...