So I'm reading Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophy in the Age of Airplanes. Page 135 says L.W. recorded in his "dairy" for diary. Wittgenstein would have had convulsions. Two pages later Austria goes fascist.

 death meditation.

 Snoozin' with Ludwig.

 

i wonder if epstein is living in a tunnel on his island. i wonder where the island is. word of the day, latency. whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent. and tell them who you are, somehow. word of the day, snizzle. truth is latent. olive, like a shadow, gave me the slip.

 Word of the day, simulacrum.

 I'm gonna have a brain tea. Can't hurt, right. 

 The All crane and the Blade platform are folded for the day. The last two panels are laying on the ground. Tomorrow the gap will be closed, and then, and then. The bar of light that shined up to the heavens is now covered by YOU ARE AMERICA, which looks at the moment from this angle like YOU AREA, emitting flames. It's only decorative, it doesn't have to make sense, or maybe only for the followers.