I liken the effects of coffee multiplying in my nervous system to the sound of cicadas, cacophony transitioning to unison on the warmest of days, finally climaxing, singular high pitch, solid throbbing greater than the sum of its parts. My brain ceases to exist outside itself for a period, all becomes internal cloaking haze before…

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