I haven't yet been able to get to the little coffee stall (in the nearest big town) where I buy my coffee, so I bought some kind of coffee or other that I found in a shop here.

It tastes like... gasoline and mud? Sour charcoal antiseptic cream?

Today I was forcing my way through a cup when I suddenly sat back, looked at it, and asked myself, "Why am I drinking this?"

Why indeed. Now I am drinking tea.

Do you ever find yourself doing things without really thinking about why you're doing them?