rite_of_passage raze after two and a half years of dodging dog shit of every vintage and colour, i finally stepped in it today. chocolate mousse, my brain said. no whipped cream. no dark shavings. only sugar, eggs, butter, and the other two key ingredients, whipped into a fine froth the rubber of my running shoe found when my eyes were otherwise engaged. because everything is food. 221001 what's it to you? who go blather from