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Derealization was a favorite pastime. I didn’t have a name for it, and I didn’t know it was a side effect of drug use and a symptom of anxiety disorders. I always had a great time when I disconnected from reality. I came away feeling as if I’d been given some really important information that it was my job to translate into words. Derealization was the closest I got to mystical most of the time. I felt like I had peeled back the clear film that protected reality from the smudges of my fingerprints, to behold consciousness with pure intellect, no body involved, all brain. Silly, I know. I thought Iwas tuned in when I was tuned out. The thoughts that passed through my head led me to believe I was watching the machine of perception with its inputs and outputs that became inputs, chugging along and making a product -- me. 3