9/29/21

I’m not quite sure who San Miguel (Saint Michael) was, but today was his day. The streets are littered with the remains of a thousand fireworks. There was a big volley around midnight last night, and they started back up again around 5am this morning, with a new batch every thirty minutes or so. I’m pretty sure it was the church that was doing this (though it was a bit difficult to accurately determine the point of origin because most of the fireworks were just loud, not flashy). The bombardment has been slowly ramping up in anticipation over the past week, and there seems to be one of these Saint-based holidays every month or so. It’s starting to remind me of the daily calls to prayer in Morocco; whenever I least expect it, I am startled by a deafening reminder of other people’s religious beliefs. The morning ones are the worst. Believe whatever you want, but chill with the loud noises at 5am.

“An artist respects the silence that serves as the foundation of creativity” – Angry Trumpet Man