The city and the social network. That’s not tequila in my cup, it’s tea. I see the fire. It is on a mountain. Burning. A hermit in the sky. Steppenwolf in the page. I am the guy standing at the side of the walk telling you a secret like the prophet Isaiah(?) to Ahab.

“As long as I’ve got my Starbucks, I’m going to make it.”

“Your Starbucks hardly matters unless you drink it right. Take a nice walk somewhere and let you thoughts seep out.”

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