A downloadable ritual.
I EAT MANTRAS FOR BREAKFAST is a psychedelic pep talk in a can, a head rush and a splash of cold water to the face, a visceral and arresting manifesto for the act of creation and being. I find myself revisiting this text every howeversomany months, and there's always something new to be found within its full-throated confidence. Esoterica doesn't reveal itself to the unprepared.
