When you come down from that experience.
It’s probably easy to reduce it to chemical levels in pleasure receptors wearing off.
But it also feels like re-recognition of self and the boundaries between self and Other.
And then the impulse is to find something in which to dissolve and it can’t happen soon enough or completely enough.
They call it grasping. And damn it if you don’t grasp.
Play that song. Hand me that cigarette. Let me say my “I love you” mantra until the subject and object are exhausted and only the verb remains, timelessly.