Midsummer.
The day everyone in my country turns pagan and celebrates the summer solstice, that was yesterday, by the way.
I find it magical that we’re still to this day connected to history in such a tangible way that the whole country stops, eats too much food, dinks like vikings and dance, in public, like crazy people, around a big phallos adorned with flowers and birch leaves, like we have for thousands of years.
Well, the phallos thing might be a newer addition, according to historians, but, still old af.
Anyway, the chain of lives connecting me to this day through the ages fascinates me, and honestly fills me with awe.
In the true meaning of the word.
And I’m always surprised by it.
So, I bid you a good and prosperous summer, and now I’m off to a 24 hours of debauchery.
It’s a freaking baccanal we’re having, so, Dionysus is a good song to listen to for those of you who want to get an idea of how this is gonna go…
TTFN