That lasted about two hours. Then suddenly, I opened my eyes and stood up.
In front of my eyes, reality continued to whirl around at breakneck speed. But my movements were precisely coordinated.
I went for a walk in the park (through the door, not over the balcony).
I was utterly convinced that I had died and so had all the people around me, and that the flickering before my eyes would never stop.
And that there are a few people who are aware of eternity. And that they have divided into two groups. Some prohibit mushrooms, while others promote them.
And why it's dangerous to eat mushrooms. Because realizing eternity is damn frightening.
Fortunately, I wasn't alone and had someone to listen to my incoherent nonsense from the realm of conspiracy theories.
