do not do it
no matter how hard i beg
no matter how much my voice cracks when you hear me belt out "why is nobody responding? can't you hear me? can't anybody hear me?!"
i will desperately wave my hands before your face to get your attention. tears will well in my eyes, i will appear to wonder if i'm even there. but until i've had my coffee, do NOT talk to me
"They all know it is there, all the people of Omelas. Some of them have come to see it, others are content merely to know it is there. They all know that it has to be there. Some of them understand why, and some do not, but they all understand that their happiness, the beauty of their city, the tenderness of their friendships, the health of their children, the wisdom of their scholars, the skill of their makers, even the abundance of their harvest and the kindly weathers of their skies, depend wholly on this duck's uncaffeinated isolation."
-Ursula K. LeGuin, "The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas"