Could comment on photos, fine, or events, wow and sorry, but there's something much more important.

You hung out with Kenny Malone!  He's drummed on a fair amount of the sound track to my life.  A tasty, talented drummer.

I wondered at what strange Gaian accident/choice that placed more than two thousand DMT compounds into the botanical genepool of C. and S. America, when she's not exactly generous with them elsewhere, and the possible connection to the psychedelically vital artwork exhibited here.

The stories and genetic decoding, and the conjecture regarding  various DMT compounds reminded me of a similar story.  Laying in a hammock in the Quintana Roo jungle south of Tulum ruins, with a bunch of Mayas who could barely speak Spanish, much less english, having partaken of one of the compounds, drinking mescal, and trading Hank Williams songs for old Mayan songs until the dawn broke.  i thought i was in heaven, until i woke and found i was indeed.

Thanks for a fine diary of a finer experience.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin