Trying to recreate a moment
is expensive
and apparently
utterly pathetic.
White Russians don't taste the same here.
In this place.
In this time.
Anachronistic Elixirs
They used to taste like bliss.
Earned Bliss,
promising, potential, passionate
Bliss.
Now...
potent... only in their
somniferous effects.
Bon Nuit.