I gave up all of my senses up yesterday, when I tried a sensory deprivation tank for the first time. I went to the facility in Venice hoping I’d have the same experience I’d watched people have on YouTube videos: out-of-body, life-changing, illuminating.
Instead, I sat up 90 minutes into my two-hour session, rinsed off, and left. It turns out that floating in silent darkness had no effect on me after the major progress I’ve received from 81 days-in-a-row of meditating. My brain is in a good place.
Was it the worst 40 bucks I’ve ever spent? Maybe. I’ve learned never to say ever.
