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The Barista Thought My Name Was Melancholy is an ode to the bittersweetness of life. One hundred pieces of poetry and prose that alchemize pain into purpose.


This book explores the utility of contrast in the pursuit of greatness. How we wouldn't know love without loss, gratitude without grief, or optimism without depression. Death is what gives life meaning, and the threat of regret is precisely why we take risks. Darkness is necessary for the moon to shine.


Thank you for your curiosity about this work. It exists thanks to the kindness of others. All love.


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