One of the ketamine images I saw the last time was of my ancestors’ graves in Ukraine, faded with time, but my family emigrated to the United States in the late 1800s and early 1900s. I saw this vine that was growing around them, choking them and moving on to choke the next generations. And then the vine withers and dies before it …
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