One half of one collaboration from Paper and Me, from The Library Project and smashing together of three cards from Robert Watts.
“Death is not an Hallucination,” She said.
“I didn’t say it was,” He said. “I said death is psychodelic.”
“What do you mean?”
“Something about the brain chemistry of dying seems similar to the strange brain chemistry of the psychodelic experience, or maybe even psychotic episodes… the change of reality… Change of perceptions of time and space… The dramatic shift from Being to Nothingness.”
“Well you could just say that death is Philosophical.”
“No, we’re philiosophical about death, but death is not philosophical… it’s more experiential than that I think, because you don’t think it, you do it… you be it.”
“Oh the philosophy of Frank Sinatra,” She said. “Do Be Do Be Do.”
I was thinking more the Grateful Dead.”
“So you took acid once at a Dead show and now the word dead seems psychodelic…”
“It’s a good guess, but it’s not what I’m talking about.”
“I never took acid,” she said. “It scared me.”
“Death scares everyone.”
“Not, death,” she said. “Hippies.”
He laughed and it was nice to laugh standing in front of the stone.
“I sound pretentious.”
“No, you sound pretentious and sophomoric.”
“Now you sound pretentious.”
“Let’s go eat Saussages,” She said.
