13 June 2025

History becomes legend, legend becomes myth. Much is lost, for there are none now from the past that live. Wicked little letters portrayed the white men as buffoons or religious draconian oppressors. The only males that came off well were the black guy and the Indian guy. Olivia Coleman cackled like a witch at the end. Why do the makers of this British movie hate Christian white men? Notwithstanding, I do still think it is a good movie. Linda seems mesmerized by a glowing orb in front of her. Dave seems very surprised by what Kate is saying. Kate is laying down some truths. Linda’s frame of reality seems to be disintegrating, and this is affecting Dave somewhat. All three of them have this problem, but Linda is worst. But Linda does seem happiest. She has been befuddled by the glowing orb—the moon, maybe. The fridge and the Coke cans are poor in poetic content; they have a poverty of prophecy.

17 June 2025

Picking up a scroll lying on the railway tracks in the dungeons beneath Gringotts. Water washing away all enchantments and befuddlement. Seeing the truth and raising the alarm. It is not unclear—unclear (nuclear)—what needs to happen or what happens after that. Why does the fridge obtrude? Perhaps it’s too young—too modern, too newly born compared to light, vegetation, or water. It lacks the weight of ancient things. Is it too young? Fire hose nozzles spraying foam above Kate. It seems less like water, more like foam in this one. Something fake and artificial about it—chemical compounds seeping into us. There is writing all over the wall. The foam does not reach the ancient drainage holes above Linda. The glowing orbs are swirling around on Linda's side.