I used to be a person that was miserable. I was miserable because I was doing something I hated. I was miserable because I didn’t know what I was doing, and why?  I became un-miserable by eating mushrooms and discovering that life isn’t so serious. I became happy by realizing that reality isn’t reality. I was happy because less possessions and less money and less shit equals more free-time. I was unhappy because I had too much free-time and time to think. I was happy then unhappy that I was forced to think. I was happy because I broke free of my graduate education chains. I was ecstatic to be free. I was overjoyed with optimism. I was scared to be free. I was free. I didn’t know what to do with my freedom. I came back, and wasn’t free, but happy. I fucked. I got lost. I made made money. I got nervous to leave. I left. I was happy. I’m lost.