“It's impossible to maintain, impossible to sustain. You can't stay like this forever. blissed out. Bugged out. High, but not stoned. I'm in this moment. This second. nowhere else. the work is done. On the highway a few red embers glow on the horizon. I press down on the gas pedal and imagine myself dissolving into the dark, exploding like molecules transmitted through the air, floating forever in silent space -- surrounded by potential, never having to slow down, never having to land.”

Dispatches From The Edge, Anderson Cooper