Sublime

Hofmann became convinced he was going to be rendered permanently insane or might actually be dying.

You have lost your capacity to see them clearly as they are and to respond to them accurately because mostly your perception of them is clouded by your need to get your drug.

The men’s expressions were somehow at once stuporous and anxious, enervated and keyed up—not so much fighting the urge to fidget as appearing to have long ago surrendered whatever hope or expectation causes one to fidget.

because by the end I swear I had no idea what I’d ever seen in her. No idea at all. She was, after all, just a girl.

lines of rage smoothed out into fat like he’d sunk into quicksand

Time had started to feel a little slurred, a little unreal.

Different. Weird. Out of sync.

bated