There is haste in me. There is urgency. *
I would like. I would like anything at all, but fast. I would like to get out of here. I would like to be rid of all this. I would like to start over again. I would like to leave all this. Not to leave through an exit. I would like multiple leaving, a whole spread of them. An endless leaving, an ideal leaving so that once I've left I begin leaving again right away.
*What would happen if this "accelerator" were administered to slow animals: to the chameleon, to the three-toed sloth or to a marmot just coming out of hibernation?
from Darkness Moves by Henri Michaux, translated by David Ball, from the chapter, Exploring Hallucinogens, p. 199