"A delicate balance of arrogance and staggering self-loathing"
"Pharmacy Spirits are desperately trying to evade their past; and although history remains buried, they can’t help but recount dreams and consuming memories to 'qualified' strangers in fractured hope that this time they will be understood, this time they will be helped. Though yesterday’s threats have long since vanished, haunting visions and feelings of despair grow more persistent. Pharmacy Spirits no longer sleep at night, yet they have no recollection of their nocturnal activities. No longer victims, they are subconscious warriors in a frantic battle for their future. If you listen carefully, you can hear them clashing and wailing in the dead of night, in the brush, on the outskirts of town; the sound is crude, eire, damaged, and charged, yet tempered with the persistence of hope. It is the beautiful sound of one manically fighting for one’s life... and beginning to win."