In vacant lots, thorny weeds fade. Sad pink elephants wander along riverbeds near the waterworks’ waterfalls. On Saturdays, members of a suicide club gather in damp cellars. All my life I wandered through concrete labyrinths of the outskirts, and that autumn I met Alice—and something in me changed forever. Alice wanted us to jump together off the dam when everything would be over. And I wanted our ketamine autumn to last forever.