Our desire for magic is beautiful. We want a shortcut to wonder, a portal in a bottle. But reality is more grounded—and sometimes more satisfying.
The real trip is the conversation you have after that shot, the laughter with friends, the smoky scent on your lips. Connection, not distortion, is what we’re really after.
So next time someone offers you a worm, say yes for the story, not the vision. Live the myth, but drink the truth. And if the room starts spinning, remember: that’s the tequila, not the worm.
In daily life, we chase shortcuts to transcendence. But the best hallucinations are the ones we create ourselves—a sunset, a good meal, a real hug. No caterpillar required.
