While watching Andrey Rublev lose I nearly forgot to walk Lulu. We drifted inexorably as though sleepwalking, sniffing all along the way toward the trashed sex doll, still languishing there on labor day. Lulu found it uncannily compelling. Though Trump may be croaking, he and Bibi have big plans for Gaza Riviera, so he may have to be re-animated. D.T. has no plans for labor day, though he may be croaking, or golfing. Angel of death Vance lurks in the maga shadows with his quiver full of poison darts. All of this we imagine may be staged.

That hand gesture reminds me of the saints symbolizing deep love and devotion to god.