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Q made coffee. He looked tired but calm. “I’m not going to quit my degree,” he said. “But I am going to quit pretending I have all the answers.”

The first sign was the carpet. Q stared at the brown wool fibers, and they began to breathe like a sleeping animal. A ripple of panic—then wonder. Jack laughed, a sound that seemed to echo from the bottom of a well. Jill felt a warm pressure behind her eyes, and the edges of the room softened into watercolor. shrooms q, jack and jill

Jack decided he was a god. Not a vengeful one, but the god of small things—dust motes, the crack in the ceiling that looked like a river delta. He peeled off his shirt and began to dance slowly, arms undulating like a sea anemone. “The mushrooms are the planet’s immune system,” he announced. “We’re the virus.” Q made coffee