Listen, mate. Today is the summer solstice, the year’s longuest sky trajectory of that tremendous fusion bomb which detonates upon us for billions of years. Today more than any other days we devote ourselves to the Solar cult, laminated by its terrifying majesty while we agonize soaking in this gloomy bath of greenhouse effect emissions, naphtalic vapors, dubious foams on the water, instable emulsions of water and all sorts of oils. This is the one day for mystic hallucinations. So, if you don’t have psilocybe growing on the front lawn, just try this: a graphic gem which will powerfully knead deeply your visual memory and leave you begging for more.