And the stereo moved.
The effect began to take hold shortly after ingestion.
The colors of the room brightened. Greens and yellows jumped into crystal clarity from where they had previously been unnoticed. These took my full attention as I began to see all the colors in a clearer way than I had thought possible. Reds and blues. Purples. The dull room had choked itself with a life of color, and even the nicotine stains were pronounced and beautiful.
"Look at the corner of the room."
Jesus. Did I say that? I looked where instructed, but saw nothing. Perhaps if I continued starring for an extended period, the appeal of this corner would become apparent. As though on a cue from my attention, the corner retreated further into the wall. The kitchen wall began to rise above it's retreating corner, rising to impossible heights, and the lowering itself. This breathing repeated itself throughout the night. The ceiling was suddenly alive with neon green patterns of octagons and fractals. Numbers and code flew through these patterns and into oblivion.
A very sober member of my party arrived, and instructed us that we would go for a drive.
I was taken into the city.
Speed and time were no longer constraints of mine. The car would be taken to incredible speeds (later found to be the speed limit), and at these insane speeds the world would slow down. The vehicle would halt at a red light, and the world would once again find it's bearings. As I sat in the backseat, I viewed the world around me at it's varying paces. Lights haloed, the road flashed by, the people did not move with the speed of their environment. Everything was taking place at a different speed and time. Music invaded me from every corner of the car, and every open doorway. A note would remain in one environment for a split second as we speed by it, and the car would move to another note, leaving the old note behind in the distance. More than anything, I was struck by it's intense beauty.
The effects were heightening, and hit there stride in the middle of the city.
I found myself realizing that my mind was hindered by my skull, and that two eyes were not enough to take in all that I was experiencing. The music on the radio was melting with the car, the road, and my body. At one point a song came onto the radio, and I uttered a noise of disgust, because I did not like the song. My dislike for it came from my throat, and suddenly I was aware that for a moment, the music WAS my throat. The station was changed, and the Doors came through the speakers. Riders on the Storm. I saw this music, I saw every note, and every color that represented each of these notes. It lasted hours. As all this happened, I understood things that I had never given thought to before.
We arrived home. The feeling of walking was intense, and for a moment, I believed that if I simply ran, I could gain the speeds that the car had reached on the interstate. I did not run, I contained myself, lest I look insane to a watchful neighbor. I approached the door, and somehow, I knew that I could open it without a key. I turned the doorknob, and the door opened for me. Unconscious memory that no one locked the door? I couldn't tell, but I had definitely known that I needed no key.
I sat in the apartment and looked around me. Nothing was solid, but yet still it held. Everything was of intense interest. Radiohead was placed into the stereo. I looked toward it, and was introduced to the most definite visual I have ever had. The stereo was moving. Every button flowed from side to side, the speakers changed shape, the plastic casing flowed and twisted, and various pieces melted and crystalized. This movement would continue even after I turned away and looked back. From the corner of my eye, it still moved.
I looked to my companions. They flowed as well. The colors of red, blue, and green had covered them like a fuzz, melting and flowing into vibrant colors and patterns. They had an aura, which would not cease any movement. I found myself wanting to describe this to them, to tell them of the odd visuals which my mind was seeing. I feared sounding ridiculous. Even now, in a sober state of mind, I cannot properly describe what it was that I saw. English cannot do justice to these visuals, for it makes them seem bland or simple. The only way I can explain it is without details, which is namely to say: Everything was alive.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was placed into the VCR. I had seen this movie before, countless times. As I watched, I was amused by all the visual tricks, and my somewhat heightened understanding of them. But then as I continued watching, particularly the check-in scene of the first hotel, I saw that not all the visual tricks were coming from the film. Wild.
One last trip to the city was taken, and the sky was filled with fog and color. It was not as amazing as before, but I realized it had been 4 hours since ingestion, and I was coming down. We arrived home again, and I made myself comfortable. The stereo had stopped it's movement.
I closed my eyes, and went to sleep.
The colors of the room brightened. Greens and yellows jumped into crystal clarity from where they had previously been unnoticed. These took my full attention as I began to see all the colors in a clearer way than I had thought possible. Reds and blues. Purples. The dull room had choked itself with a life of color, and even the nicotine stains were pronounced and beautiful.
"Look at the corner of the room."
Jesus. Did I say that? I looked where instructed, but saw nothing. Perhaps if I continued starring for an extended period, the appeal of this corner would become apparent. As though on a cue from my attention, the corner retreated further into the wall. The kitchen wall began to rise above it's retreating corner, rising to impossible heights, and the lowering itself. This breathing repeated itself throughout the night. The ceiling was suddenly alive with neon green patterns of octagons and fractals. Numbers and code flew through these patterns and into oblivion.
A very sober member of my party arrived, and instructed us that we would go for a drive.
I was taken into the city.
Speed and time were no longer constraints of mine. The car would be taken to incredible speeds (later found to be the speed limit), and at these insane speeds the world would slow down. The vehicle would halt at a red light, and the world would once again find it's bearings. As I sat in the backseat, I viewed the world around me at it's varying paces. Lights haloed, the road flashed by, the people did not move with the speed of their environment. Everything was taking place at a different speed and time. Music invaded me from every corner of the car, and every open doorway. A note would remain in one environment for a split second as we speed by it, and the car would move to another note, leaving the old note behind in the distance. More than anything, I was struck by it's intense beauty.
The effects were heightening, and hit there stride in the middle of the city.
I found myself realizing that my mind was hindered by my skull, and that two eyes were not enough to take in all that I was experiencing. The music on the radio was melting with the car, the road, and my body. At one point a song came onto the radio, and I uttered a noise of disgust, because I did not like the song. My dislike for it came from my throat, and suddenly I was aware that for a moment, the music WAS my throat. The station was changed, and the Doors came through the speakers. Riders on the Storm. I saw this music, I saw every note, and every color that represented each of these notes. It lasted hours. As all this happened, I understood things that I had never given thought to before.
We arrived home. The feeling of walking was intense, and for a moment, I believed that if I simply ran, I could gain the speeds that the car had reached on the interstate. I did not run, I contained myself, lest I look insane to a watchful neighbor. I approached the door, and somehow, I knew that I could open it without a key. I turned the doorknob, and the door opened for me. Unconscious memory that no one locked the door? I couldn't tell, but I had definitely known that I needed no key.
I sat in the apartment and looked around me. Nothing was solid, but yet still it held. Everything was of intense interest. Radiohead was placed into the stereo. I looked toward it, and was introduced to the most definite visual I have ever had. The stereo was moving. Every button flowed from side to side, the speakers changed shape, the plastic casing flowed and twisted, and various pieces melted and crystalized. This movement would continue even after I turned away and looked back. From the corner of my eye, it still moved.
I looked to my companions. They flowed as well. The colors of red, blue, and green had covered them like a fuzz, melting and flowing into vibrant colors and patterns. They had an aura, which would not cease any movement. I found myself wanting to describe this to them, to tell them of the odd visuals which my mind was seeing. I feared sounding ridiculous. Even now, in a sober state of mind, I cannot properly describe what it was that I saw. English cannot do justice to these visuals, for it makes them seem bland or simple. The only way I can explain it is without details, which is namely to say: Everything was alive.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was placed into the VCR. I had seen this movie before, countless times. As I watched, I was amused by all the visual tricks, and my somewhat heightened understanding of them. But then as I continued watching, particularly the check-in scene of the first hotel, I saw that not all the visual tricks were coming from the film. Wild.
One last trip to the city was taken, and the sky was filled with fog and color. It was not as amazing as before, but I realized it had been 4 hours since ingestion, and I was coming down. We arrived home again, and I made myself comfortable. The stereo had stopped it's movement.
I closed my eyes, and went to sleep.