"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."