The duller

The sparkling bitter taste off the tongue,
at first taste, quite repulsive.
A big gulp is like taking in a mouthful of liquid air.
Quite uncomfortable.
And it stays in your chest for a while, a rising, expanding force until a satisfying burp releases it like how an overpressure valve finds relief.
But it dulls. The acuteness of days, months, years, forevers troubles get dulled, blunted. Nothing sticks onto you for a period, your brain is always playing catch up to your movement. Like a windows mouse pointer with the tail feature enabled.
Everything seems manageable for a period. And it seems addictive. The brain became to want it frequently.