Time to wake up...My head is buzzing. It's like I got fiery rivers flowing recklessly between my limbs and damaging wherever they touch.
Queer noises coming from my stomach area. I feel so weak all over. My knees cannot hold my saggy body, nor my long-lost-in-darkness soul no more. This new type of stinging pain allows me to meet joints that I never thought I had.
I try to think of stars, green fields, you know; positive stuff. But there's always that shadow on the corner of my vision. Doesn't hurt me (yet) but I know it's always been there, and now that I'm in a more fragile situation, it makes itself more visible. And I know. I just know...
I can feel the drugs's lonely journey through my veins, trying to envelope my sick cells and terminate them if necessary. In my blurred mind, I do ache. There's no consolation. Am I dreaming already? Are these people real? Or is it my bruised ego only?
Now I feel the rivers flowing mercilessly once more. Where is the next victim, I wonder to myself. I know tomorrow I'll be waking up and that part of my body will be in terrible pain. My whole body is wet with perspiration, that I can feel. Strange noises now extend up to my chest and lungs. No! Don't come near my heart. Don...
I wake up with a big pain in my chest. There's your new victim. I do realize though, that the dreams under the influence of drugs are more colorful, more visual, they're more "there". My thoughts drift to the main character of my latest book and his opium dreams in London Undercity's opium dens. I flash a mischievous smile to the invisible shadow on the corner of my vision...
(Illustration: Dan Dos Santos)
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"Narcoturismo (Narcotourism)" (1996)... Alys stated: "I will walk in the city [Copenhagen] over the course of seven days, under the influence of a different drug each day. My trip will be recorded through photographs, notes, and any other media that become relevant." Thus, the experiment conducted by the artist consisted of imbibing the following substances May 5 11 of that year: spirits, hashish, speed, heroin, cocaine, valium, and ecstasy. The process of creating the work involved preserving (ostensibly) a state of intoxication for fourteen hours each day. Alys later displayed a page of text, including diaristic accounts of his experiences ("Awareness of a change of state, but not followed by a visual echo. Auditory acuity enhanced. Appetite gone. Smoking diminished. At night, nausea and thirst.") and a photographic image of the artist's walking feet clad in Converse high-tops was used to represent the piece.
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