☠ The Morning After Coffee Died

The streets are quieter, but not peaceful. Just… slower.

 
Writers stare at blank pages longer. Coders pause between keystrokes, waiting for that familiar jolt that never comes. Factory workers yawn in unison. Chefs burn their toast. Bartenders mutter under their breath before noon. No clink of mugs.

No hiss of espresso machines. No “just one more cup before I go.” The rituals? Gone.

That unspoken handshake between the drink and the day— ripped out of the culture. Replaced by what? Energy drinks? Mindfulness apps? Don’t make me laugh.

Coffee isn’t just caffeine. It’s permission. To pause. To gather. To create. To be.

It’s a global language spoken without words.A small gesture that says "I see you. I'm here. We're alive." Take it away, and yeah, the world would keep spinning. But colder. Lonelier. More brittle around the edges.

"Without coffee, there is no poetry. Only meetings.”