I really enjoyed Midsommar when it came out. Aster used an instantly iconic visual language to explore a great metaphor for individual and collectivized trauma (exactly my shit). It’s also wonderfully apt in a moment when our society seems to be willingly throwing itself off a cliff. I meant to turn it into some form of essay, but neglected it, and now you, my tiny loyal audience, pay the price. Nearly a year later I can’t be bothered, so instead of writing real sentences I’m just embedding some tweets with a nonsense title and you’ll have to deal with it. xoxoxo