I haven't consumed anything more than water

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the past four days. I highly recommend it. Colors are unbearably brighter, and music sounds so miraculously good it's almost painful. I have the most utterly infinite patience with everything.

What I am currently enjoying is so vastly superior to any illicit high (or internet declaration of affection) I have ever experienced that I cannot even draw any comparisons between "fasting" and "being high."

This, my fourth day without food, is something like a god speed you black emperor song brought to life. The world is positively filthy with well-meaning frivolity and patient abidings, and I am completely incapable of being frightened of anything. The thought of my imminent death elicits about as much of an emotional reaction as the doorknob to my closet