No drug I've know of creates such a sense of having people milling about you. If you a reading a book, or on the comupter, you can sense very clearly people sitting beside you, walking and talking audibly behind you, touching you, or reading over your shoulder. But with a turn of the head it instantly dissapears; you never really see them. It's entirely nonthreatening
So twelve artists decide that it would be cool if they could agree with an Ativan taker to allow them to also move in the periphery, but this time as real people. Their point would be to act just like these ephemeral ones. To stay out of sight, but actually to be seen if looked at. They then allowed the vaguest communication, calling it a haunting, or making vague answers. It's like a seance, trying to decide who is imaginary and who is alive.
The local cops are not so impressed.
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