It was another one of those days. I wake up and briefly think that today could be a good day…
It was the first class trip. I only have a vague recollection of what happened. A few…
It was another one of those mornings when I woke up in a whirlpool of self-reinforcing…
As children, we didn’t think about where the journey was going. We just lived. We were constantly on adventures, formed…
There I was, standing on this rocky road in the glistening sun. The psylocobin of the magic mushrooms…