Once upon a time there was this guy...
He listened to the strings and things that sung to him from an Orchestra in Prague, taking his mind into a circular space where he let it run for a bit of recreation.
He thought about coffee. Then he thought about it some more. After a bit he decided that should probably have a cup... but would skip things that made him feel icky, unethical, and/or unhealthy. He thought of just how much of a pariah he was.
Then he wrote another sentence. Another. Another.
Each word was an act of moving forward into the scariest place imaginable. The frontier of the mind's eye.
"It gets hazy in here." he thought. "Things change. I change." He knew it was part of the trip and it scared the shit out of him. But he was there, ready to do the work.
His soundtrack changes from Mozart to Brian Tyler. he feels the swelling of power and responsibility in his chest... the rumblings of something epic. John Williams scrolls into his headspace. Curiosity, a calling, the enormity of the universe and the simplicity of a guy on a farm who wants to go off and find adventure... but needs to go get some power converters.
Once upon a time, there was this guy... Who made a cup of coffee.
