The last days of the free love movement. Everyone was sleepin' with someone or multiple someones, there.
[Is she really just asking for a place to sleep together? That seems transparently not the case.
Thing about shrooms is, they tend to make things very clear and cosmic and profound. A fractal kaleidoscope of sacred geometry. The melting colors in the distance are starting to crystallize.
This is a mirror-world they've found themselves in. They can try to apply the normal models, but something about it is always going to be uncanny and backwards, which isn't a bad thing, necessarily. It's only that left is right and up is down, and that takes some getting used to.
At the same time... here she is, holding his hand. Which brings him back to the first thought he'd had when he started reading the flyer. Only in a mirror-world like this would he be even entertaining this question.
When she asks him what happened, his mind links it with his own crystallizing thoughts, and he answers:]
What happened... that's a big bloody question. [What happened that got them here? The shrooms want him to start the story at the beginning of time, but no, better to skip over some bits.] Love is a fuckin' powerful force, really, when you can grab hold of it. It's gotta be the real thing wit'cha. Honestly. Cause I... I hate the thought of bein' without ya. No matter what else.
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[Is she really just asking for a place to sleep together? That seems transparently not the case.
Thing about shrooms is, they tend to make things very clear and cosmic and profound. A fractal kaleidoscope of sacred geometry. The melting colors in the distance are starting to crystallize.
This is a mirror-world they've found themselves in. They can try to apply the normal models, but something about it is always going to be uncanny and backwards, which isn't a bad thing, necessarily. It's only that left is right and up is down, and that takes some getting used to.
At the same time... here she is, holding his hand. Which brings him back to the first thought he'd had when he started reading the flyer. Only in a mirror-world like this would he be even entertaining this question.
When she asks him what happened, his mind links it with his own crystallizing thoughts, and he answers:]
What happened... that's a big bloody question. [What happened that got them here? The shrooms want him to start the story at the beginning of time, but no, better to skip over some bits.] Love is a fuckin' powerful force, really, when you can grab hold of it. It's gotta be the real thing wit'cha. Honestly. Cause I... I hate the thought of bein' without ya. No matter what else.