At some point during my first psilocybin trip, I’ve looked at a couple in front of me sat under the blanket, quietly coming down from their trip. Reality underneath and around them was transparent, shimerring with molecular grid connections, blue and yellow fractal lines permeating the space. Even their human edges were fraying, exposing the underlying grid behind everything.
Matter as energy, reality not as solid as it seems. Everything a pulsating fractal, an energy wave stopped by mind perception.
I can’t draw or paint so I did the best I could with the collage. I could not find an image of a couple under a blanket that I liked but I found this wonderful lady, a drawing model, posing God knows how many years ago. Her energy seemed to fit just right. So this is what the Universe is made of. Happy weekend.