“It was painful to contemplate the distance between the future of accomplishment I’d imagined for myself twenty years earlier... it was painful to understand that the cushion of exceptionality invoked by the drug had made me oblivious to my inertia. And it was painful to have to define myself again, at an age when most people are happy in their own skins.”

“It was painful to contemplate the distance between the future of accomplishment I’d imagined for myself twenty years earlier... it was painful to understand that the cushion of exceptionality invoked by the drug had made me oblivious to my inertia. And it was painful to have to define myself again, at an age when most people are happy in their own skins.”

— Ann Marlowe