So I’m riding the bus
this morning, as I’m apt to do on mornings before school
. In keeping with my recent fascination with psychedelics
, I happened to be reading DMT: the Spirit Molecule
. It so happened that a young gent across the aisle asked me about it. He’d taken LSD
a few times, but was curious about this fascinating little endogenous tryptamine
. We had a quick talk, me admitting I’d never had the opportunity to indulge in any mind-altering substances
, him giving me all the advice I’d heard before – set and setting stuff. Nothing terribly exceptional, but a fun demonstration of how pursuing other interests will attract other people of the same creed
, whether you anticipate it or not. What stuck with me was the intensity of his gaze. I hope I can afford a gaze like that someday.
Otherwise, the semester draws to a close, the weather improves and things are generally good. Parties, bike rides, camping trips and kite flying all lie ahead. I wish I didn’t have to dislike education quite this much.