Summer over, I can look back and deconstruct it, label and name it. One of the stranger summers in a while, I’ve dubbed it the following: The Summer of Paul, The Psychedelic Summer, Summer of the Cabin, and lastly, The Summer of Doubt. The other Summer Labels aside, drama from this summer left me wishing for a cerebral enema, something to flush out my thought process so I could look at it with new eyes. Maybe insight from a friend, or meditation…or a transformative psychedelic trip would be fine… Quite by accident (long story), I got my wish, and came out of the other side of the experience feeling soothed and husked-out of previous baggage, as only those rare, deep trips can do.
It got me to thinking of another amazing experience I had back in ’97, and coinciding with this was the desire to do more quiet ones after the cramped comics of the last 6 months.
Curious to see if I could, here’s the result of me trying to convey a vision I once had.