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psychedelics

The pharmacology of the infinite. What happens when the filter comes off.

3 works

Drivel

From the diary

Noah Blue · 70 min read

I am 44 years old and have almost no friends to speak of. I am unemployed, voluntarily so (if, that is, you believe in free will, which isn’t something to necessarily take for granted these days). The truth is I’ve had enough of paid employment, for now anyway. Luckily for me, my wife takes care of my material needs (and the dog’s).

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$Two luminous eyes glowing teal and green in near-total darkness, fractured and overlapping$

Fiction

A Short Story About a Man Who Writes Novels

Experimental ones

Noah Blue · 30 min read

S writes a novel that can at best be described as experimental and at worst an abject failure. S doesn’t see this, not to begin with. As far as he is concerned it’s an authentic work of literature, maybe a little abstruse in places and perhaps parsimonious when it comes to the use of similes (although not metaphors strangely enough), but otherwise artistically sound. In other words, not a prize-winning novel (not that S is in it to win prizes, although he has no problem with them in principle, and would gladly accept one, were it ever to come his way, which it won’t) but solid, good enough, an eight out of ten let’s say, on a good day.

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Fiction

Other than my parents splitting up, nothing much has happened recently

A coming-of-age tale (mostly)

Noah Blue · 27 min read

My dad recently moved out of the family home and into a studio apartment in a rundown part of town known for illicit activities. Why that part of town, I have no idea. It’s not as if my dad is poor and has to live there. In fact, he could probably afford to live in the so-called salubrious part of town if he wanted to.

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