i saw lovely, still, then a doc about the fight for democracy in hong kong and then r. came back and we watched the inland sea, the film relating to donald richie's book i have at home i hope if i didn't go crazy and jetsam it in a recent purge. we have our rising inland sea here, and i always feel some psychological inland sea, particularly when i contemplating while floating in it. and donald ritchie wrote about the inland sea of japan by referring to the inland sea we all have within. 
i think about an island that gets bridged. it no long seems an island in a way, a structural way, but perhaps you forget about the bridge once you cross. all the films were good, though the hong kong kids i felt sad about. i think the way it's going we have to fight for democracy here. i dread the thought of another four years of the sick fuck trump. and who knows if he'll leave then, he wants to be the king for life, and who knows how long the evil sick fuck trump will live, and even if the sick fuck trump dies his toxic legacy will have a grim long half-life. shudder. the terror of this sick fuck trump regime this country has witlessly unleashed.