we watched the first half of american buffalo, blood memory, last night. then i dreamed about the zionists. we have a heavy weight of collective karma in this country if you believe in that, and perhaps more so if you don't. i think a lot about the trajectory of so called progress and so called democracy. it's a mirror world, we're stuck on one side seeing what's been done under our watch, helpless to stop it, forced to bear witness. they always say it's not perfect, it's a work in progress. it gets worse, it gets unbearable, we can't bear it, will we prevail? what does that mean? our blood memory turns to trauma. we pass it on.