i spoke almost without words.  and i am an old hand in speaking without words.  i have spent all my life speaking without words.  i have lived through whole tragedies without uttering a word.
from dostoyevsky’s a gentle creature

(man’s) incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time.  which means he’s incapable of anything really worth while.  camus, the plague

Yet dost thou, darker half, rock me with a prouder, if a darker faith. 
All thy unnameable imminglings float beneath me here; I am buoyed by breaths of once living things…
Melville

“Echolocating animals emit calls out to the environment and listen to the echoes of those calls that return from various objects in the environment. They use these echoes to locate, range, and identify the objects. Echolocation is used for navigation and for foraging in various environments.”

This is what the world will look like if I leave my house today.

i stir up scraps of paper like syllable soup, sprinkle in laced ribbon, dried leaves and a handful of sage.  the sky the other night looked almost white, snow glowing up from the ground. 

What shall be rigid but gems and details
While all dimensions dance in the same air?
And what am I if the story be not real?
W. S. Merwin

notes from Bergman’s The Silence

What’s he saying?
I don’t know (puppets fighting).
He’s scared so he speaks in a funny language.
Can’t punch sing instead?
Yes, but not while he’s still angry.
(Tank moves on.)

How nice that we don’t understand each other. 
(kisses his three wounds)

e said i am going to make a palindrome project i am going to make it a love poem i am going to work on it for so long that i think and see everywhere in palindromes, i am going to live my life as a palindrome starting…right…now.

In Bergman’s German Expressionism/film noir/classic horror pic, The Hour of the Wolf, Heerbrand (?) explains ‘One returns to the scene of the crime, so to speak, and commits new crimes.  I’m a psychiatric curator.  I finger people’s souls and turn them inside out.’  Other notes I took when watching:

Pamina, an incantation, Pa-mi-na, a sorceror’s formula…

…and I answered as many strokes as possible…

Now you are yourself and yet not yourself – the ideal state for a meeting between two lovers. (bats fly through hallway)

You see what you want to see.  The mirror has been shattered.  But what do the splinters reflect?  Tell me that.
(Like in The Snow Queen  n Yet Another Example of the Porousness of Certain Borders XXIV n my Moonlighting short story n on n on n on…)

Soon youth…or never (immortality)…

It’s not dark anymore.  You can find your way.

You came…you stay…you go…You have complete freedom (with the ghosts)…