You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
imagine how high you could be being that high. since fluids in space tend to float and there is no wind in space you can literally be high forever theoretically speaking if you are in anti gravity because the smoke doesn’t disperse i believe.