Gridlink
Bluelighter
What is it about tripping that brings out weird situations in the universe? I don't just mean interpreting the world strangely while tripping, I mean objectively strange or intense situations arising after drugs are taken. As if it is not just you that is tripping, but everyone around you and maybe the whole damn cosmos.
Example: the first time I did LSD, I watched a riot unfold in the college town where I used to live. Scattered memories and sensory impressions of that night. Strobing effects around the fires people lit in the streets, bodies elongated silhouetted against the burning couches. A frozen eternity of one second where I saw gas from a tipped over van dangerously near a debris fire the shadows were leaping over. Laughter turned to cackling, a Walpurgisnacht where the witches and demons were let loose (was it Halloween? It may have been). The lines of police forming for a baton charge. Crystalline novas forming where beer bottles burst on shields and helmets. The tear gas from grenades hurled back by bandana clad youth swirling in the cold air to form gaseous origins of stars and planets. Countless milky ways reflecting the stars above - which were somehow visible past the tongues of bonfires and the swarming yellow street lights. shouts, increasingly wrathful, melding together in a kind of song as the rioters faced the marching rows of cops. My prayer for Vicodin to calm my nerves as I flowed through alleys, and my vision zooming in on the imprint code m357 of two pills that manifested in my hand, courtesy of some silent stone sentinel, one of several arranged in a semicircle on a tilted front lawn. A feeling of futility, wondering what was this all for? Just the exploding rage of kids who didn't want to be put to bed by the authorities? And was I any different? After all, I too felt the thrill and threw a rock or two. my garbled thoughts at the time theorizing that somehow, my intake of the drug had, maybe not caused, but at least contributed to the bizarre events of the night.
Example: the first time I did LSD, I watched a riot unfold in the college town where I used to live. Scattered memories and sensory impressions of that night. Strobing effects around the fires people lit in the streets, bodies elongated silhouetted against the burning couches. A frozen eternity of one second where I saw gas from a tipped over van dangerously near a debris fire the shadows were leaping over. Laughter turned to cackling, a Walpurgisnacht where the witches and demons were let loose (was it Halloween? It may have been). The lines of police forming for a baton charge. Crystalline novas forming where beer bottles burst on shields and helmets. The tear gas from grenades hurled back by bandana clad youth swirling in the cold air to form gaseous origins of stars and planets. Countless milky ways reflecting the stars above - which were somehow visible past the tongues of bonfires and the swarming yellow street lights. shouts, increasingly wrathful, melding together in a kind of song as the rioters faced the marching rows of cops. My prayer for Vicodin to calm my nerves as I flowed through alleys, and my vision zooming in on the imprint code m357 of two pills that manifested in my hand, courtesy of some silent stone sentinel, one of several arranged in a semicircle on a tilted front lawn. A feeling of futility, wondering what was this all for? Just the exploding rage of kids who didn't want to be put to bed by the authorities? And was I any different? After all, I too felt the thrill and threw a rock or two. my garbled thoughts at the time theorizing that somehow, my intake of the drug had, maybe not caused, but at least contributed to the bizarre events of the night.
