![]() Shrooms’ image has been sweetened by dealers packaging their wares to resemble the chocolate bars you find in a corner shop, or rolling them into muddy, round truffles. They had landed in another country looking at me was like looking down at their watches, only to find them showing the time from the place they had left behind. ![]() It was as though the reality we had shared before no longer fitted for them. When they finally floated back down to earth, eyes wild, they described their experience as somewhere between skimming death and discovering a hidden level to life. But beyond a few suspiciously vibey tree branches, nothing. I wanted to see the natural world with their dumb fascination and to laugh so deliriously it bordered on a health hazard. I badly wanted the joy that seemed to have been pumped into my friends’ veins rather than chewed and swallowed in the car park an hour earlier. Instead, I faced the possibility I had perhaps eaten a stale supermarket shiitake. I sat waiting patiently for the world to shift on its axis, but… nothing. The ground gave way as though the grass was astroturf draped across a tray of jelly. The leaves of an oak tree above their heads grew faces and giggled at them splayed on the ground beneath. My friends described bamboo shoots turning into the creatures of Avatar. As it transpired, my psychedelic journey remained in black and white.
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