Daydreaming of Marlon Brando today.  Getting some better glimpses of the famoids and their place in the afterlife.  Some more visceral understanding of the disgusting crimes of [someone].

Calling in spirits I had a glimpse of something but I’m not sure what it was, now that I’ve tried to write it down.  I see Carol’s house, and how unpleasant everything was there.  At last I am getting around Nancy’s disgustingness.

It does feel as though other people are becoming “real” at last, and there is a state in which I can move beyond this filth.

It’s been difficult to move, or think of moving around.  I suppose the cold has something to do with it.  [That girl who sold me a bicycle] gave me an ale left over from her birthday party, I drank half of it and slept for several hours.  I was watching parts of interviews with Marlon Brando.  I feel everything is a lot more “real” now than it has been.  I’m on the verge of some transformation or release.