I watched as stocks dwindled with increasing alarm. I knew what was going on. On several occasions I could have taken preemptive action to ward off catastrophe. But still I desisted, just watched disaster unfolding like a car crash in slow motion. I have no idea why I didn’t act. Rising panic accompanied decreasing supplies. Still I did nothing, rendered incapable of prohibitive action until finally the inevitable came to pass. “FUCK, THERE’S NO TEA!!!”
A German would never be so reckless. But I’m Irish, and now I’m tealess.