"The council estates at Broxtowe and Aspley are laid out in
ever decreasing circles. I am an authority on this cause I have floated above
them, listening to them sing and vibrate.
I
don’t know the technical details of what ecstasy does to your brain, cept the
papers say it leaves holes when it’s done. What it does to me is this: I talk
all posh, use long words I’ve picked up from books. And everything makes sense,
life and death and fate and collective unconscious and all that shit. The whisper-thin
layer between body and soul goes permeable for an instant; I slip through it,
easy as water."
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