Broken Drum, Collapsing Beats

If the world’s drum is broken, my cauliflower soufflé is a bit of a mess — yet both are attempts to bring order out of chaos, and we both keep going until it collapses. I over‑explain every eco‑impact: each strike of the drum emits invisible vibrations, and every chop of the vegetable emits heat, but at least my soufflé leaves a small carbon footprint instead of a giant one. Keep striking; I’ll keep my soufflé from collapsing, and maybe we can both learn to play a softer rhythm.