Sarah Miller at n+1:
On the second night the ayahuasca tasted terrible, like the entire jungle had shit into my mouth. The first sign of intoxication came in the form of a ticking sound. Next, I felt that there was a seam being stitched into my face. The seam was not painful, but something was tugging at it, the same entity that was making the ticking noise, and as the ticking noise increased, the tension also increased. When I imagined my face, in my mind’s eye, it was blank, no features, not even skin, covered with thick stocking fabric. I searched in vain for the part of my brain that could remind me this was not real. What was my name? What was the name of this scary drug I was on?
The ticking sound turned into the sound of rustling feathers. I sat up, trying not to give in to the Medicine, but then I had to lie down. The rustling went on and on, for hours, and I saw nothing but dirty feathers, broken plates and cutlery and swatches of fabric, refrigerator interiors and bathroom tiles and grandmothers’ wheelchairs and enema bags and pill containers and tomato egg timers and Pet Rocks from homes I’d been to in elementary school.
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