When consuming Fette Sans pills, we expect solution, salvation, reaction, enlightenment, modification, relief, or at least a truly good high. Her pills, all individual and artisanally crafted from various kinds of digestible matter, disappoint and refuse any shift to reality. We are still here, the pills don’t work. They fail us, we remain in the bland reality of the belly we thought we could get a high out of.
The pills are pretty and colorful, their poor function frustrates yet is not a bad trip, but a reminder of the importance of modifying the here and now. No escapism available – deal with it and make your own reality worthwhile.
