Why psychedelics damage your brain, but in ways you think you like, so you try to make some big fucking existential punchline out of worthless dipshit cool kid distractions that, y'know, are really just brain damage. And shit. Because you're too fucking cool to get over yourself, which is why it oh-so-surely has to be some form of super secret Honeycomb Hideout magical dipshit "enlightenment" that only cool kids get to know about.