sorry for the late response. i read your earnest reply on lsd myself, and your description of these tried and embodied 'loops' spurred me to cast my gaze disembodied, for your living testament razed too true. your post shot an adrenaline spike on my psyched out mind, so much so that i felt an early worry. away i looked. what a horror, huh, what a spell. In my first trip when i was 16 i landed a web; these loops. existential horror embodied. you can be convinced in whole that you are conscious, yet doomed to repeat a life sentence in this syllabus. what a worry, im sure you know, cog spur, cog spur. the more you try to break even, it all odds to a checkerboarded startline, a dash of go tendoned upon an end of beginning. i still endear myself towards lsd, may it be a cultwarmth or not. but still i wonder who i wouldve been had i just been gods natural son, free from substance. whats your go to joy division song? as a teenager id always redound to ians last go at 'ceremony', in that 1980 session. that track or unknown pleasure's 'wilderness'.