That evening, I came home from work still wearing my dark suit, beige trousers, white shirt, tie, and brown shoes and belt.

In the cupboard, a few dessert creams were left.

I poured vanilla cream over my clothes first, then added chocolate, letting them mix on the fabric.

I liked the contrast between the neat outfit and the sweet mess.

The gesture felt simple, absurd, and strangely satisfying.

Then I rinsed everything away with water.