I have come to enjoy the calm of a hangover. Everything in the world seems profound, every physical sensation sparks and crackles. My hair on my face, my feet held snuggly in last night's shoes, the mid-level volume of a guitar coming through the speakers.

Sitting in the sun is never so welcome as during a hangover. Everything is resolidifying.

My surroundings are key for the enjoyment of a hangover. Using a computer right now is even dampening it. Being inside is making it worse. Huge portions of the internet, anything superfluous to the deep rhythms of life, are stripped bare - I can see them clearly. Pure sobriety is also a drunkenness - it requires caffeine and small amounts of various poisons in order to function. A problem, yes. But completely melt into a bender, lose all shape and form, allow your brain to explode into water, and then as it reshapes you can regain a sense of control.

I almost always look beautiful when I am hungover. I allow the stress to completely leave my face, I experience the world the way a child does. There are BAD things and GOOD things, and most things are good, worth smiling at. I am not afraid to stare at people on the train, I am not afraid to be kind, to tap into humanity, to be alive and present in the world. It is beautiful and I am beautiful with it. All of time slows down and you don't have to keep being a hummingbird.

A hangover is a reminder that it is sometimes best to allow yourself to simply move slowly.