Back in the early 90s, taking an evening stroll through Sydney’s charming inner suburb of Paddington – my head filled with buckets of kaleidoscopically powerful THC – I suffered what Star Trek fans would recognise instantly as a spatial and temporal anomaly.
I transitioned from the gentle and welcoming climes of the nicer, more southerly Paddington deep into the oppressive and threatening aura of the mirror universe Paddington, in Queensland, a thousand klicks north and at least two-and-a-half Enlightenments behind.
