A few years ago I came across a now seminal post by Lars Garshol, called “Brewing with kveik”, in which he discusses brewing a traditional farmhouse ale in Voss, Norway, with a local brewer and his family

I might have fucked up my Rorschach. By seeing so many blots and patches and pieces. All of them treasonous to the spaces I used to believe were the safest. A lot of poetry is distant, sitting by the side