What could be special about Tuesdays? Why do grandparents only exist for one day? Why do cats disappear the moment you need them most, and how does the sun make you sweat when it's dark out? These are some questions Kingston Throop does not find an answer for as he aims to change the consciousness landscape around him. Overdoses in his city increase, and he realizes this as a collective fault. His talent is nothing other than feeling things deeply, particularly through the use of psychedelics. Since the results of these intentions seem impossible to measure, he finds that whether he makes a difference in anyone's life is entirely for him to decide. And he decides it.

Death nudges noses among Kingston's mates. His best friend's new girlfriend ends her own life in the middle of what they thought was a fun night. His grandmother experienced a similar demise years ago, and he begins to feel that this sort of future is carved out for him. Voices find a home in his head. The day before her abortion, his good friend, Esther, suffering through heroin addiction, screams for answers in the middle of a forest. Another friend's sister, who Kingston has feelings for, overdoses after she and him take heroin together, mistaking it for cocaine, though she survives. Kingston realizes, the long way, that change must come from his actions, and not the auric impression he seems to leave on other people.