Though Levi had many times taken different types of drugs, today he was not on anything in particular. His dream visions of the night before lingered like a happy memory one looks forward to but can't quite remember what, or why. Still, it was somewhat of a surprise when he placed his hands on the stainless steel counter and experienced the sensation of moving through the metal. He looked down and observed his flesh resting on the top, motionless and seemingly stable. Yet his mind created its own story, the infinite space in each atom making way for his hands to drift between molecules. They were gone, exploring the sub-nuclear void.
There is definitely not a substansive physical world, he thought. And then, I do not do drugs, I am drugs.