Or maybe a lizard with a ladder. Certainly coffee, at this juncture. Fortunately it’s rather good and local in Hawaii, much like domestic wines in France. Shame about all the walking automated pre-recorded phone system responses taking the shape of humans. I keep hanging up, trying someone else, trying my call again later, and getting variations on ‘lights on, no one home.’ And asking to speak to a machine’s supervisor doesn’t work. Is everyone sleepwalking? WHERE HAVE THE SMART PEOPLE GONE?! Or were they just a dream like unicorns, driven down the roads long long ago into the sea by the COVID bull? Am… am I the last unicorn, trapped painfully in human form? Is that why I yearn to walk into the sea when I’m suffering moron overload? Am burnt out. Scrape me off and feed me to the pigs, I’m tired of the smell of my own abject failure.