
There’s a purple haze, all in our brains.
It isn’t quite the kind Jimi Hendrix sang about over half a century ago, but this, too, is strange, discomfiting and nearly impossible to wrap one’s head around.

There’s a purple haze, all in our brains.
It isn’t quite the kind Jimi Hendrix sang about over half a century ago, but this, too, is strange, discomfiting and nearly impossible to wrap one’s head around.