Another morning. The sun is up, yet hiding behind the rain filled clouds, casting a dull light upon my immediate surroundings. Just got up to pour hot water into a french press. It will only be a few more minutes until I get my chemically induced alertness flowing into my veins. Whether I like it or not, this is the time that I am aware of. This modern moment and all its high weirdness is what I have to work with. A gloomy Tuesday isn’t so bad when you don’t have to go to work. Could make for a nice reading day. Coffee should be done steeping. Be right back (whether it was just a mere moment that passed or an eternity, the reader can hardly know). The placebo effect kicks in with the first sip. Not enough time for the caffeine chemicals to reach the brain, yet my energy level has improved. The mind, fooled by its expectations, plays along with the charade.