#002

A mushroom-addled ramble on trans-humanism and the end of civilization.

Sometimes I take a microdose of psilocybin for depression. It comes in pill form, mixed with a whole host of other herbs too, so I never really feel much. Maybe a little more alert, but nothing becomes vivid or profound and I don’t have the urge to commune with my houseplants (who, in all likelihood, would be screaming in agony anyway).

I was feeling a …