If it was like Tron I’m all in, except for those ridiculous bikes.
I couldn't do any of these things on the bad trip I had. All the colour drained out of the world, I wanted to cry but couldn't and my hands turned into the hands of an old man, went all grey and shriveled.how much space you have to move in. how bright the colours are. whether it's possible to smile. whether it's possible to cry. whether it's possible to feel desire. how vigourous and clear your mental activity is. how easily and deeply you can breathe. this very basic but all important stuff.
@pattycakes_ I dunno, I didn't make too much, I remember it was night, we were on the roof of one of the uni's buildings. It felt like a way of handling three dimensionality in all the darkness, of properly situating the people around me in the group without much light, without maybe all my perceptual functioning there
where have ya posted about it?