Doctor Placebo finds himself at the end of the western intellectual tradition and on certain mornings feels almost as old. As a medical practitioner he broods about his patients; as a writer he broods about his poems. Sometimes the two intermingle and he can't remember whether he is a doctor moonlighting as a poet or a poet moonlighting as a doctor. One thing at least remains constant: moonlight. The end of the western intellectual tradition like Placebo himself is insomniac.