Det kan meget vel være fordi ens tidsfornemmelse bliver så forskruet, at nogle føler tiden står stille, mens andre synes den flyver af sted. Nogle gange føler man der er gået flere timer og så kigger man på sit ur og ser at der kun er gået et kvarter. Andre gange føles det som om man lige har lavet noget hurtigt, og så er der gået en time.
I forbindelse med ændring af tidsfornemmelsen synes jeg Shulgins beskrivelser af de gange han har røget hash er umådeligt sjove, og også lidt tankevækkende.
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"(...) I remember, at one point, asking Ruth to stay on the line while I went to the office for a piece of paper and a pen, and to note how long I was gone. I wanted to get a current estimate of how long something seemed to take, having her as the objective time-keeper. She said she would hold on and wait for my return. My plan was to start my internal subjective stop-watch and try to deduce just how much time it would take me to reach the office, pick up something, and return to the phone. Then I would get the real elapsed time from Ruth, and divide one into the other to get my "slowing factor".
I put the receiver down on the table and headed in the direction of my office. There will never be a way of reconstructing the myriad thoughts that went through my head as I walked down the hall. One thought did stick in my mind, though. How can a person adress, objectively, the subjective time-passing sense? How could I attend to an internal clock with some accuracy, so that I might give Ruth a really close guess as to just how long my round-trip really took me, subjectively? Estimating seconds by the one-thousand-and one, one-thousand-and-two process was no good, since apparently the flow-of-words clock appeared to be running at about the right rate; it was the elapsed-time clock that was slowed down.
I reached the office, and for the life of me could not remember what it was I had intended to get. I looked around for something that I might be able to use to shed light on one clock or the other. Had I intended to type something? Calculate something? Read something? The world around me was colorful and moving, but - enjoyable as visual synthesis might be - I didn't want to let it take over. I had to stay in verbal contact. Which reminded me that the phone was off the hook and Ruth was at the other end, waiting. I had completely forgotten her, and hoped that she had waited for me.
I made it back, and she was still there.
"Sorry to be so long. I got distracted."
"How long do you think you were away?"
"Twenty, thirty minutes?"
"You were gone one minute, or a few seconds more than a minute."
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og det var også på samme dose (300 mg)