Safety in Ebony

My relationship with time has always been a dysfunctional one; it feels like those mini heart attacks when you're queuing at Starbucks still deciding what to drink and you reach the counter before making a decision. Yeah, time's starting to be that over-productive barista that will never get fired, and I the frazzled customer who suffers an internal meltdown when the realisation I have no idea what I want.

In real life, change the coffee menu to crossroads and choices, minus a helpful barista that gives recommendation.