First of all, “…they were surrounded on all sides by echoes and images of themselves, in a world where image and object had not yet torn themselves apart” is one of the most poetic phrasings I’ve ever heard.
Third, the original opens with: “Every so often, I get the urge to drag someone into a cave, and show them something unspeakable.”
I had another point, but it got lost in the artful prose of this article.
I feel like “every so often, I get the urge to drag someone into a cave and show them something unspeakable” is something that’s okay for a paleolithic cave art expert to say, but like, absolutely no one else
I endlessly admire fic authors who have betas and write chapters and chapters ahead of what they post because you best believe my needy ass is slapping just-finished, mildly edited and typo-laden fics onto AO3 the moment they’re done so I can get that sweet sweet validation
Concept: a bunch of high school Satanists get drunk in the local graveyard and try to conjure a demon, but they’re using one of those “reconstructionist” ritual books that gets its sources all mixed up, so they end up with a minor Mithraic fertility spirit that hasn’t spoken with humans in like 1700 years instead. By the terms of its binding it’s not allowed to leave until it’s ensured a successful harvest for its summoners, which is a problem, because none of these goobers have ever raised so much as a houseplant; if it wants to go home, it’s going to have to teach them how to garden – whether they want to learn or not!
“Five high school sophomores were arrested today on charges of operating an illegal pot growing business behind the Home Depot on I-95. The 200-foot-tall plants, which police could see from their station…”
friendly reminder: this year, halloween is on a wednesday
Ahh…. I dont get the symbolism behind this?
No worries, we… probably do.
Historically, nothing in terms of celebration of the actual holiday- the closest Norse festival to that time was probably Dísablót, which is semi-spooky in some regards but not really. But this is Odin, so we’re talking about a gentleman who goes by a number of very interesting aliases, including Yggr (Terror), Grímnir (masked/shadowed/hooded face), and Draugadróttinn (lord/chief of the undead) who enjoys wandering around in disguise and often taking stuff from people. Usually a little more than candy, but I guess you could reasonably end up at Billingr’s house for Trick or Treating, too. I don’t know your life.
So depending on how you spend your Halloweens, there are a lot of options for modern associations, here.
Also the basic facts that he’s a charmingly creepy sorcerer who wanders around with two ravens, two wolves, talks to dead guys and severed heads, inspires a lot of terror and poetry… eh, you see what we’re getting at.