The Year We Embraced Our Destruction

The Atlantic - Technology 

The sounds came out of my mouth with an unexpected urgency. The cadence was deliberate--more befitting of an incantation than an order: one large strawberry-lemon-mint Charged Lemonade. The words hung in the air for a moment, giving way to a stillness punctuated only by the soft whir of distant fluorescent lights and the gentle hum of a Muzak cover of Bruce Hornsby's "Mandolin Rain." The time was 9:03 a.m.; the sun had been up for only one hour. I watched the kind woman behind the counter stifle an eye roll, a small mercy for which I will be eternally grateful.

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