

Yes, but not like that, not with my mortality, I’m quite ok with that. My constant existential crisis is that I am psychologically unable to live “now” with the irreverence it deserves.
In other words, I’m worried about doing absurdism wrong, which is absolutely ridiculous.
If the cause for muted celebration persists, for next year I’d suggest reviving International Workers’ Day and/or Beltane, possibly with Cinco de Mayo influences. Nothing like solidarity marches, or bonfires, pagan magic and feasting.