After a particularly trying day of work, I finally went home, tired but with a strange feeling of desire to do something unusual. I noticed two eggs in my kitchen that were about to expire. Rather than throwing them away, I had an unexpected impulse: I decided to break them directly on my shirt. The contact of the eggs, both cold and slimy, was surprisingly pleasant. This sticky and viscous texture that spread over the fabric was, in an inexplicable way, almost soothing. A little moment of absurd escape after a banal day.