Drugs Are Nice
A blogger sees on a quote in Drugs Are Nice that's so good, I feel compelled to iterate it:
“To protect ourselves, we spun cocoons out of TV, books, video games, early stolen alcohol, and dreams. And then one day we realize we’re grown up yet still all muffled inside what we’ve built around us. We don’t feel real. 'There were often times when he would feel as if he were lifting out of his body and observing himself from above,' Dan Chaon writes in just about every one of his short stories. All the writers my age write about blackouts and floating . We try to get out of these cocoons and make our way down to where our bodies are. We try shoplifting and racist/sexist/ageist humor (trying to offend our way out); we get naked on stage. We try sleep deprivation and razors on our skin. We date creepy, scary sleazes who we half-hope, half-fear might do the cutting for us. But we’re so used to living inside a dream, even cutting feels dreamy. We can’t get out. We can’t wake up.”