Here you sit, surrounded by strangers, in a desert, loaded on peyote. They love you, and you love them. If the government permitted it you'd all likely adopt one another.
Your newfound family member, Jeremy, or Jezindabi as he's known in these parts, has just executed a lamb and you're wondering if maybe you're in a bit too deep. Alas, you think, that's just a reflex of society manifesting within you.
The fire poi is now center stage. It smells a bit gamey in here. Oh, and what's that song playing?
It's "Yellow" by Sunrom, but there's no reception, and no Shazam in the desert.