It's 2020. I'm 27. Covid Lockdown. Melbourne. The most locked-down city in the world. Martial law is upon us. The start of the end which is the end of the start. Life as we know it is about to restart. They can lock us in doors. They can make us fear from within. I eat 5 grams of mushrooms and let the journey begin. A Heroes Dose of Magic. The Grandfather of all the medicine. Explorations of the universe as great as Thomas Edison. The talk of other dimensions is written off as insane. The depths of mother nature the mind cannot explain. The mushroom proceeded the dinosaur so banning it feels tragic. The Wizard of Oz likes to make us think that he is the only one with magic.
Yet, all is an illusion. A cycle on repeat. The inevitability of our challenges is something you cannot cheat. Round and round we go. Craving answers to the madness. Coming into contact with generations of sadness. The ones that we love are the ones that die. The greatest fear of all is having to say goodbye. We hope the pain would stop. We hope the war would end. The eternal battle for freedom is so hard to comprehend. Do we fight? Do we surrender? Will it even matter come next December? Nurture over nature. Nature over nurture. A dog was born a barker and you were born a searcher. They can twist your mind. They can torture your flesh. Chances are you'll be back again to start this life afresh. A movie on replay. A song a repeat. The soul is never-ending. It's something you cannot defeat.