Many know Anais Nin for her breathtaking poetic-erotic novels and who Maria Popova described as “modern history’s most dedicated diarist.” Few know that in 1955, she took LSD and wrote a beautiful and detailed diary entry about it.
A smattering of otherwise sensible humans have dropped out and followed our hero and his kool aid to Berkeley, where they’ve holed up in a condemned house and have adopted a new style: 24/7 nudity. Meanwhile . . .
How do you shuffle twenty-two Tarot cards? What if I stop shuffling a second too soon? How will I know when my energy is in the cards? "Do what feels right," Iris says, placing her hand on top of mine.