Tripping on Utopia: Margaret Mead, the Cold War, and the Troubled Birth of Psychedelic Science

by Benjamin Breen

You have forgotten yellow lights of San Francisco coming on, The bridges choked with cars, and islands in the fog. Or have forgotten why you left or why you came to where you are, Or by what roads and passages, Or what it was, if anything, that you were hoping for. —Weldon Kees, “Travels in North America,” written in March 1954