There’s a cer­tain kind of sto­ry the inter­net instant­ly falls for. You know the for­mat: some­one with just enough sta­tus to sound unques­tion­able, sim­plic­i­ty, a sym­bol­ic detail like a black cof­fee, a min­i­mal­ist detail like a black cof­fee, and one sharp sen­tence deliv­ered with enough detach­ment to pass for life phi­los­o­phy: »I stopped adding sug­ar to things that were bitter.«