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In Poland, Cezary reflected, substances aren't just things you use; they are members of the family you didn't invite to Christmas. He watched a man approach the counter with the quiet dignity of a scholar entering a library. The man didn't ask for "vodka." He asked for "the usual medicine," as if a half-liter of clear spirit was the only thing standing between him and a total existential collapse.

The neon sign of the "24h Alcohol" shop flickered like a dying firefly, casting a rhythmic green glow over the sidewalk. Cezary stood there, not because he wanted to buy anything, but because the buzzing sound of the sign perfectly matched the low-grade anxiety he’d been nurturing since Tuesday. cezary_jurkiewicz_uzywki_w_polsce

: A full special where he tackles neuroticism and social expectations. In Poland, Cezary reflected, substances aren't just things

"That's the new Poland," he muttered. "Replacing the old fog of spirits with the new jitters of caffeine and sugar. We aren't getting happier; we're just getting faster at being confused." The neon sign of the "24h Alcohol" shop