we both drew the blank rune. the unknowable, a death of some kind, and a leap into the void. that's what it feels like on the whole, this time. we watched the lost daughter. it was creepy like the book, and i wondered again why so many are attracted to these characters and this story, it's fractured and traumatic, and i guess that's why. people want stories to understand the times. but that means going deeper into the trauma, and not feeling good. the catharsis is suspended. we keep staring into the void, trying to understand the feeling and see ourselves in the characters in the hope of understanding ourselves in the disintegrated narrative that used to be considered our shared reality.