There’s a special kind of peace in doing absolutely nothing with purpose—just letting the mind wander, letting the clock tick without obligation, and allowing curiosity to pick the path. That’s usually when something unexpected happens: you click one link, then another, and before you know it, you’re learning about things you never set out to …

Some days don’t arrive with structure. They don’t come with purpose, pressure, or even momentum. They just exist, like a blank page waiting to see what kind of sentence you accidentally write on it. Today was one of those days—unplanned, unhurried, and somehow full of the tiniest interruptions that stitched themselves into a kind of …

In a town where the clocks occasionally tick backwards and the pigeons sometimes wear tiny waistcoats (no one knows who makes them), there lived a marshmallow who solved mysteries. Not an ordinary marshmallow, of course—this one wore a detective hat made of biscuit crumbs and played the accordion whenever deep in thought. His name was …