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modafinil price 2014 It’s 8.30am on a typical grey Tuesday morning. Crowds of commuters are flooding through my local tube station like shoals of fish, cascading towards the platforms as if running for the last chopper out of Saigon. It’s like a scene from 28 Days Later, only with TM Lewin shirts and LK Bennett heels. And at the centre of this tidal wave of human bustle is a guy (dressed in a suit, 30-something, old enough to know better) holding his iPhone at arm’s length, pointing it towards him, a quizzical look on his face, with one eyebrow raised, a Starbucks cup in the other hand. He is taking a photo of himself and his coffee. Quite what it is about this particular moment that says, “This must be captured for posterity for future generations” we will never know, but he looks utterly ridiculous.