July 1, 2025

The only rationale that I can come up with for such a nightmarishly hellish such experience is that it must somehow be necessary for my overall psyche to be thrown violently down to the concrete and broken glass, face first, as a reminder of the everpresence the concrete and broken glass. (This was my last experience with clinical depression thanks to the re-introduction of psilobin mushrooms into my conscience that began about this time in the summer of 2025).