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At Terminal Velocity

I struggled to fight back tears as I stared out the window of the small plane. The ground moved ever further away and I took deep breath after deep breath trying to rid myself of what I perceived to be negative feelings. There was no room for them in what I was about to do. Despite the tears, it wasn’t sadness, it was something else entirely. The instructor whose rear-end I straddled on the bench in front of me turned and asked how I was doing. I couldn’t remember her name. At that point, I couldn’t remember my own name.

Fungal Enlightenment

There was a time in my life when I occasionally used, shall we say, reality enhancements.  Maybe more than ‘on occasion’, but that’s neither here nor there.  I have very few vivid memories of specific…