Things Are Really Hopping Around Here

A story about my uncle, LSD, Berkeley, and madness.

There is only one sentence in this very long read that intersects with my Sichuan journey: “He was a computer man who dabbled in Zen Buddhism and dropped acid; I was a journalist who wrote about computers, dabbled in Daoism, and dropped acid.”

But if you like my writing, I don’t think I will steer you wrong in suggesting that you will enjoy this story, which I spent a solid chunk of the spring obsessing over.

Finding Ken