Love Quote by Isabel Yosito

“Medicate experience” lands like a deliberate glitch in the language of transcendence. Yosito’s line takes the grand, aspirational promise of “astronomical life” and yokes it to something intimate, chemical, and faintly clinical: the ways we now access wonder through prescriptions, self-help protocols, microdosing lore, wellness branding. The intent reads less like a manifesto and more like an artist’s provocation, testing how easily the sacred gets rerouted through a controlled substance, a curated regimen, a managed self.

Then she swerves: “we live life through love and ardvarks.” The misspelling (or purposeful wrongness) is the point. “Aardvarks” are absurd, unglamorous, stubbornly terrestrial. Dropping them beside “love” punctures the cosmic register and drags us back to the bodily, the comic, the pet-name texture of existence. If “astronomical” suggests the fantasy of looking down from above, the aardvark is a reminder of snouts in the dirt, of living among the ridiculous specifics.

Subtext: Yosito is suspicious of the contemporary hunger for elevation. She stages a clash between two engines of meaning-making: pharmacology and affection, the administered and the messy. The quote works because it refuses a clean hierarchy. It implies that our most expansive visions might be chemically scaffolded, while our actual lives are organized by attachment and by the strange, non-symbolic creatures we can’t stop caring about. It’s cosmic yearning with a slapstick undercut: a modern spirituality that can’t escape the pharmacy or the punchline.