We saw the film Pavements last night. It's a frenetic mishmash. There are many interesting things in it, but it's a mashup. I'd have liked to hear more music, less jump cuts. I finished a antropoesia book about an ethnographer who fell off a cliff in Indonesia by her partner. Many years later he says he finally understands headhunters taking heads off because of their grief, as an expression of rage born of pain. He says who are we to judge, whose culture napalms villages and commits genocide for profit. Life is a mishmash. I don't know why this one gull goes back to the same place when i come by. It may be only a coincidence in my mind. It may not be contemplating the grave architecture in the park like i do.