The entirety of Bliss occurs on, in, before, behind, above and around a single couch.

In the very near future a special compound grants amnesty for opioid addicts to separate from society and receive ongoing use of the drug they crave. What could go wrong?

Bliss asks: is there a point when the pain of regret counteracts the intense effect of the drug?

Or do we as humans exist solely as a condition of pleasure?