I stared up into the sky, utterly amazed at the sheer beauty of it all, suddenly certain that there was something out there; that we’re not alone. Like, in the universe or whatever.

Aliens, I thought. Trippy.

I wondered how many of them there were.

I bet there’s one named Carl, I thought.

His alien friends all probably make fun of him for it though, because most of them have normal names, like Glhryygg, and Qxfqwtt. I bet they’re out there, looking into their sky, wondering if we exist.

Wait.

Do we exist?

Damn that’s deep, I thought.

Far off in the distance, a baby started to cry, at first so faintly I considered the possibility that I may be imagining it, but then all of a sudden it was like jeez kid would you just SHUT UP already. SOME of us are trying to get all freaking existential and freaking contemplate our freaking place in the universe and crap.

Like COME freaking ON.

Anyway I’m pretty sure those were the best mushrooms I ever ate.