this brings to mind a time in the early 80s when i was coming down from a truly beautiful lsd trip and i was looking through one of my roommate’s surfing magazines. all at once i realized that every wash and sweep of foam in the pictures was actually a pile of skulls.
not exactly the most comfortable conclusion to a formerly wonderful experience.
fortunately, just as i was closing the magazine with a shudder, a friend called and asked if i wanted to go out to the woods and drink a beer. everything worked out fine after that.
