I would choose the real for its sunrises and sunsets, its birds tweeting and flowers blooming, its coffee with conversations and for being touched by a loved one, for its hustle — bustle, and (if I should so choose) for its sheer convenience of being able to bang my head against a real wall.
Tasneem Kagalwalla

As long as there’s coffee, my world is real.

Banging my head against a wall only hurts the wall, the problem will still exist when I’m done.

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