The psychedelic renaissance
(03/01/21 5:00am)
Shit. It’s nine o’clock in the morning and you’re an hour late for work. You curse your malfunctioning alarm clock and scramble to buckle your belt and tie your tie and run out onto the streets of San Francisco, but trip up on your newspaper that’s laying on the porch. You wipe the dust off your business suit and pick up the newspaper—rallies across the country protesting the Vietnam War—ah, it’s 1967.