I smoked salvia divinorum. My experience was terrifying. At first I was living in a clown city. full of clowns and the environment was clownish. I knew I was tripping and kept telling myself it will pass. Then the high wasn’t going away so I had convinced myself that I was trapped in that world; that I had gone insane, and I literally thought to myself that the outside me – my physical body – was inside an asylum. The trip lasted like three minutes but felt like an eternity. I saw the trailers and the vans of the clowns: someone lost their squirting rose, there was a red nose on the ground. Painted smiles. Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town. Then I realized that I wasn't tripping. I hadn't even taken any drugs. This is... the Clown World.