It’s been an interesting 2-3 weeks. To kick off this arbitrary fear and loathing throwback I was lying on a futon on a wooden deck in Byron Bay, in an unintentionally psychedelic Buddhist-themed accommodation cabin for 4, with 10 other people. I was listening to Toro Y Moi in my headphones and enjoying life in general but I couldn’t help but take note of how the thing above me looked more like a video of a thatched wooden roof being projected on water, rather than a physical object in a physical world. After that I quietly snuck off upstairs to test my constitution and see if I could make a weird song on my iPad. 10 minutes later I emerged too anxious to continue listening to or making my own weird music, and then eventually found my camera and [despite not entirely understanding what it was] filmed this:
New Years Eve was pretty fun. It was mentally pretty similar except at 3am we decided it was a good plan to walk 2 and a half hours along the beach and up a mountain barefoot to get to the Cape Byron lighthouse at the most eastern point of Australia. After being mildly distracted by fractured feet bones, bleeding toes and glass in heels, it wasn’t until we actually got to our end destination that we all realised at the same time.. it’s fucking weird to be on the most Eastern point of Australia. After over 240 degree’s of sunrise we struggled [I almost cried from foot-pain] home.
5 days later, back in sweet Sydneytown, I thought it would be a good idea to dandyflip [like candy flip except you only listen to all 8 Dandy’s albums.. unfortunately yes you have to listen to all of them] 6 tabs. My friend’s Mum [yeah] was telling me about how she’s tried cid recently and she’s pretty confident that doses in the 60’s used to be the equivalent of like 6-8 of our current tabs. People in the 60’s didn’t fuck around, even if you were in a muddy as fuck industrial park in New York surrounded by over 500,000 people – you still took enough acid to hallucinate and communicate with a dead relative.
I didn’t end up taking enough to do that, but I did take enough to ground me for the first hour and a half of the come up. I ended up lying in 3 different patches of grass around my garden, feeling a bit sick in my head whilst my brain tried to figure out what was happening to it. There was either a lot of bugs on me or not many (I was hallucinating too much to tell), but either way I was okay with them. Whilst looking at one of the first large ant’s to chill on my forearm I decided that I was king here, in this piece of land that I owned. For a second I had dominion over all small creatures making a living in my backyard, lizards, spiders, birds and all. But as quick as I had gained dominion over nature, I then realised that humans are the only animals that buy and sell land, and that these creatures were here first and going to be here anyway. Basically I felt like a dick for trying to be lord of the ants, so I stood up and went to get my headphones to see if I could handle listening to music yet.
Back in the grass with headphones on I was doing more of the same except now Kevin Parker was weaving space-guitars in and around my mind. Song by song, Innerspeaker taught me to be a person again, until I was half dance half jumping around my backyard, rock to rock, avoiding the ground like it was lava to Lucidity. By Solitude is Bliss, my creepy neighbour that goes to the windows and watches us every time a car pulls up was staring right at me while I was doing my usual SIB dance move [of a few seconds of jamming and then exploding my hands out one at a time in both directions to the double snare drum].
I decided then that the fact that I was now conscious of her watching me have this good of a time, was no reason to stop having this good of a time [I also decided that she'd never had that good of a time, and felt bad for her]. I finished the album and then climbed the tallest tree in my backyard to dance irresponsibly to Atlas Sound with sweeping views of the Northern Beaches. While I was up there I watched 2 large birds either hate-banging or trying to murder each other. I’m not sure which but either way it looked like each one bird was a cluster of over 9 ghost-birds, and when they collided into each other my brain got confused and compensated by making them explode and shatter and disintegrate in all directions. It was around this point that closing my eyes for 15 seconds looked exactly like Enter the Void meets 2001: A Space Odyssey. Exactly like this:
When I stumbled indoors, every surface and every wall was moving and bending and changing colour subtly [or not so subtly, every now and then]. I came to the conclusion that the reason for this was just a higher dose of the acid trail hallucinations you get at lower doses (where on 2, swinging a rope in a circle makes it look like there are 8 of them). I was now seeing roughly 5 seconds of time at once, which is why my eyes were having a bad time trying to figure shit out [I couldn't see straight. Was I having a good time? yes]. Could I also see a few seconds into the future? Probably.
I was watching the birthday dance video I posted below [is it weird to watch a ridiculous dance video of yourself on 6 tabs? yes] when my roommate SMS’d me asking for my permission to exist, and then let me know he was in my backyard. The weird coincidental timing of it wigged me pretty hard, so 5 minutes later I timidly emerged into the backyard to see him sitting on my swingy chair, rape-facing me. I climbed the tree again, he took a hangout tab and we ended up watching most of season 1 Adventure Time [did we fist bump every episode in sync with Finn and Jake? yes] interweaved with hanging out in my backyard smoking with our mouths and wearing ridiculous light-splitting glasses. Was it a good day? Yes.