The Hedgehog, the Fox, and the Existential Crisis I Had While Chopping Zucchini
"The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing." — Archilochus (Greek poet and early overthinker) I stumbled upon that quote the other evening while searching for something else entirely—namely, the difference between zucchini and courgette (spoiler: they're the same thing, but one sounds like it wears a beret). That’s when I fell down a rabbit hole of philosophy, hedgehogs, foxes, and the rather pressing question: Which one am I? As someone who’s dabbled in coding, candle-making, fiction, film, furniture design, and an unfortunate attempt at flamenco dancing, I instinctively thought: obviously, I’m a fox. I sniff around, I dip my paws into everything, I overcommit to everything from skincare routines to conspiracy documentaries. Last week I took a six-hour research on how Prussian blue became the colour of death. Why? I couldn’t tell you. The week before, I tried learning Japanese calligraphy and managed to give myself a mild wrist sprain. The fox i...
