I've been hearing faint wind chimes every few hours for the past year or so, followed by two distinct voices in my head - voices not of reason, but of a higher being, someone who uses my voice, cadence and vocabulary, but is not me. He converses with me, answers my questions, but does not use my reasoning, logic or knowledge base. I had ventured on an unplanned acid trip on 12th January at a party on Oak Square. In a dimly lit room, 2AM, almost about to pass out, I had the most vivid, extraordinary experience. The host of the party had a replica of The Scream on his wall, and a light pointed directly at it. Over the next 16 hours, I sat undisturbed, conversing with the subject of Edward Munch's painting. For the first hour, I felt a sense of joy - I was conversing with The Scream - an experience only I can share, but then fear, anxiety and discomfort kicked in. I didn't move, I was practically paralysed in my seat. But this story is not about the trip - this is a story about what I discovered after.