What goes up must come down, and down, and down. Everyone looks ill at the end of the night. All have lost the power of speech, desperately avoiding eye contact. Your new soulmate, that you have been talking cod shit to for the past five hours about the story of creation or the fourth Star Wars film, is now a complete stranger. You can’t even look him in the eye. The only thing that you have got in common now is paranoia. Is coming through the walls, man. The children of ecstasy are not safe anymore. We are no longer all together as one but separate mental patients, that yearn to be ejected out of this poisoned atmosphere m bed and a friendly therapist. Reality is on her way. Where am I? What have I done? Was it worth it? By the way, what the fuck happened here? All you have to look forward to now is you can never sleep.
Polaris – Unity
