A story about Philip K. Dick
Yes, I know he’s dead but perhaps I could meet him in an alternative reality?
Took lots of drugs, had otherworldly mental powers, wrote the most brilliant sci-fi paranoia books you’ll ever find. Many, many movies have been made of his books, some of which are very good.
Yes, I know he’s dead but perhaps I could meet him in an alternative reality?
All his books are intersting, they make you think, they mess with your belifes, they help you see things in a light you may never have thought you would be able to see in. He truly makes you think what is life truly about, what is reality. What is real just because your in a drug state to experience it dose that make it not real?
Every time I read anything by Dick it leaves me messed up for the next few days. I seem to always end up completely rethinking How or Why I think in the manner in which I do, or what I truly believe as ‘reality’ or quality or how to drive or whatever. Dick kicks ass. I wish I could read more than 2 of his books/year without losing too much of my cognitive functions…
I know he’s dead. But of everyone who is dead, I am saddest about not getting to meet him.
He was a manifesting as a spray can of deodarant at the time. But I’m sure it was Phil.