we saw 12 redbirds. they were silent, watching me walk under them picturing and mister shuffling and rooting in the snow and leaves. so beautiful. often i feel i'm in a scene.
i was rather listless after. i note how the cats follow my mood, keep to themselves. when my mood changes they investigate. i'm different when r. is gone. perhaps they are different as well, not just reacting to me. i feel afterness, but also waiting, and beforeness. waiting is active.
i saw snowpiercer again because of parasite, because i had to watch that twice, but i didn't have to watch snowpiercer twice. what i like about parasite is it's relatable, and a parable.
snowpiercer is a violent cartoonish fantasy. of course it could be a parable too, but it was not subtle like parasite. the writing isn't as good, and it's in english. maybe it was pandering for a mass pop viewership. his other films i guess were preludes or stepping stones learning to make parasite. 
i watched who killed malcolm x. good, sad of course. they said he went crazy but he didn't seem crazy, he just knew he would be murdered and the murderer went free and had a hero's funeral. to be black in america with a passion for justice and freedom is still a sad travail. 
lastly i'm going to read some in weather and sleep. bone nuit.